I won't lie or anything and say I was embarrassed for a hottie like Paul to see me in my swimsuit. I look a lot better in the navy blue one-piece suit the hotel forces us to wear than I do in those heinous shorts.

Plus my mascara is totally the waterproof kind. I mean, I'm not an idiot.

"My parents have been trying to get that kid to swim for six years," Paul said. "And you do it in one day?"

I smiled at him. "I'm extremely persuasive," I said.

Yeah, okay, I was flirting. So sue me. A girl has to have some fun.

"You," Paul said, "are nothing short of a miracle worker. Come have dinner with us tonight."

All of a sudden, I didn't feel like flirting anymore.

"Oh, no, thank you," I said.

"Come on," Paul said. I have to say that he looked exceptionally fine in his white shirt and shorts. They brought out the deepness of his tan, just like the late afternoon sunlight brought out the occasional strand of gold in his otherwise dark brown curls.

And a tan wasn't all Paul had that the other hottie in my life didn't: Paul also happened to have a heartbeat.

"Why not?" Paul was kneeling by the side of pool, one dark forearm resting across an equally dark knee. "My parents will be delighted. And it's clear my brother can't live without you. And we're going to the Grill. You can't turn down an invitation to the Grill."

"I'm sorry," I said. "I really can't. Hotel policy. The staff aren't supposed to mingle with the guests."

"Who said anything about mingling?" Paul wanted to know. "I'm talking about eating. Come on. Give the kid a birthday treat."

"I really can't," I said, flashing him my best smile. "I have to go. Sorry."

And I swam over to where Jack was struggling to lift himself onto a huge pile of floaties he'd collected, and pretended to be too busy helping him to hear Paul calling to me.

Look, I know what you're thinking. You're thinking I said no because the whole thing would just be too Dirty Dancing, right? Summer fling at the resort, only with the roles reversed: you know, the poor working girl and the rich doctor's son, nobody puts Baby in the corner, blah blah blah. That kind of thing.