Lost in Paradise (Sneak Peek)
Rob Benedict x Reader
A/N: This is a sneak peek for my new Rob Benedict x Reader series. It all started from a request from @assbuttwithwings, that caused my brain to explode. This series is the result. I warn you now, if your don’t like fluff, don’t read this series. You might melt, and that can get messy. Please send me an ask if you would like to be tagged in this series.
Request: “Reader is newly single and goes to a single’s vacation somewhere on an island and meets Rob as he is showing her around. He is smitten with her and slowly earns her trust and they fall in love. She is finally happy and in love for the 1st time, because he shows her the true meaning of love, smut ensues!!!!”
A deep sigh left you as you stared down at the crumpled brochure in your hand. Single’s Island Paradise Getaway.
“Fuck this,” you muttered to yourself as you pulled the handle up on your suitcase. Sure, the resort was freaking beautiful. Your buddies really outdid themselves, thanks to the generosity of those who donated to their GoFundMe account.
All behind your back.
But, there you were. They had convinced you to board the plane to Wherever-the-Fuck Island in The Caribbean so you could ‘enjoy yourself’. Yeah. You’d rather be on your couch completing that pay period’s payroll. But, no. Your employees forced you to cash in your vacation days for two weeks in paradise.
Your eyes shifted over the grounds, taking in the sights and sounds of the tourist-ridden clusterfuck. Taxi cabs whizzed in and out of the U-shaped driveway, dropping off loads of people sporting plastic flip flops and Hawaiian shirts. Great.
“I need a drink,” you groaned, before finally rushing for the door. The sooner you could order room service and shut this scene behind a door, the better.
Something bumped your suitcase hard, forcing it onto it’s side. You stopped dead in your tracks and turned to face the culprit. This was the last thing you needed, and the very thing that was about it tip you over the edge. Your jaw clenched so hard, you were sure that you’d need a dentist the moment you were back state-side.
Your furious gaze was met by icy blue eyes, and a petrified expression. A man, sporting some sort of band t-shirt and dark wash jeans was staring back at you, still clinging to his capsized suitcase. His dark chocolate brown hair sat in messy spikes on top of his head, one side flattened slightly, probably from sleeping on it.
He stared at you, wide-eyed and flustered. “I-I’m so sorry. I looked down to my phone for just a sec—”
“Hey, it’s fine. No damage done.” Your mood lightened a bit as you studied the man. He was a little older than you, but he didn’t read old at all. His Converse sneakers had seen better days, much like the ones you had packed away in your bag. Frankly, he look just as out of place as you felt.
He nodded quickly and smiled. “Sorry again. Enjoy your vacation.” And, with that, the man scurried towards the resort hotel entrance. You just stood there and watched him disappear into the chaos, still clutching the handle of your lopsided suitcase.
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