Preparing for dinner with Ama is making me a nervous wreck. I haven't gone on a date since being with Stella. Thinking of her makes my stomach churn. What did I miss? How did I not know her intention to leave me stranded like a fool at the altar? Shaking my head, I attempt to get Stella out of my mind.  

Now Ama, she brings a smile to my face. I can't help myself around her. My mouth gravitates to her full lips whenever I'm close to her. My head is still spinning in disbelief that she said yes when I asked her to dinner. I'm happy she changed her mind about me.

When I'm ready for dinner, I walk to the lobby bar for a pre-dinner drink. At 7:00, I head out to the front of the hotel and see Ama's Volkswagen Beetle coming up the road. She parks her car, and my jaw drops when she exits the vehicle. She's walking up to me smiling, and I don't think I've ever seen anything so beautiful, and damn, that dress.

"Hey! Do you want to drive Gertrude?" she asks, holding out her keys to me.

"Gertrude?" I smirk at the cuteness of naming her Bug. "As much as I want to take Gertrude for a spin, we're walking to the restaurant. It's a little less than half a mile up the beach. The Woodstock Lobster Shack."

Her eyes light up. "I love that restaurant. Yes, walking would be best."

I offer her my hand, and she places her delicate hand on my palm, interlocking her fingers with mine. The warm sensation brings a smile to my face as we begin our walk to the restaurant; I feel like the luckiest man in Jamaica

"You look stunning tonight," I truthfully express my thoughts.

Her eyes sparkle brighter than the stars. "Thank you. You look pretty good yourself."

My smile broadens. "Thank you."

I squeeze her hand, and a grin spreads across her beautiful face.

Ten minutes later, we're at the restaurant. The two-story wooden structure has a palm branch thatch roof. It sits ocean-side with a large porch containing round tables. Picnic tables are scattered around the beach, 'Woodstock' painted with bright colors across the back of the benches. Egg-shaped wicker chairs swing by thick rope from the porch roof's beams. It captures the essence of Jamaica perfectly.

We sit on the porch to enjoy the breathtaking view of the orange, red, and yellow sunset, which is the perfect setting for a first date. The waitress stops to say hello to Ama before taking our order. After placing our drink and food orders, the reggae music plays the melody of the island.

The atmosphere is not nearly as stunning as the woman sitting before me. I place my hand over hers, needing to feel her skin next to mine. "So tell me about yourself, Ama. Did you grow up on the island?"

Her mouth curves into a smile. "Yes, I've lived in Negril my entire life."

"You don't seem to speak in the Jamaican lingo," I voice my observation.

"Well, those in the tourist industry prefer its employees to learn to speak English well," she explains.

I nod with understanding. "Makes sense. Do your mother and father still live on the island?" I ask, wanting to know everything about this captivating woman.

I see sadness in her eyes and feel wrong about asking the question.

Her eyes look away towards the horizon. "My mother does. She's worked at the Sunset Pub as a bartender since she was my age. I never knew my father."

"I'm sorry."

She gives me a half-smile. "Don't be. You can't miss what you've never had. Enough about me. What about you? Do you always vacation alone?"

I cringe. I guess it was bound to come up. "Not always. Let's say I needed to get away for some alone time."

"Where are you from?" she inquires.

Happy that she didn't probe further, I lean back and reply, "Chicago, Illinois. I live in the city."

She places her elbow on the table and rests her chin on her fisted hand. "You know what I do; what do you do for a living?"

"I'm a senior vice president of marketing for Kraft Heinz," I answer while gazing into her moonlit eyes.

"Sounds interesting."

I laugh, "It's not that interesting, but it pays the bills."

At Ama's recommendation, we both ordered the lobster and chicken. And when the food comes, we dig right in.

"Delicious!" I say with my mouth half full.

She licks her lips. "I know! It's my favorite."

When we finish our meals, we sit on the beach chairs, holding hands and silently gazing into the shimmering ocean water.

Breaking the silence, I say, "I've enjoyed this evening, but I'd love to dance with you again."

I stand up and offer her my hand. When she takes it, I draw her into my arms, and we sway to the music.

As we dance, I pull her closer and breathe in her coconut scent. I'm lost in this moment as our bodies react and feel the deep beat of the music.

As the music pulsates, I begin kissing her neck. I'm burning with desire for this woman that I hardly know. My ache for her is almost too much to take. Can she feel it, too?

I get my answer when she whispers into my ear, her breath tickling my skin, "Let's get out of here."

"You don't have to ask me twice." I grab her hand, and we head back to the hotel.

Entering my room, I back Ama against the wall, and her lips find mine. Our kiss is rough and passionate as our tongues wrestle for dominance. I savor her taste, and the softness of her lips against mine has me wanting more of her. Without thinking, my hands gently massage her thighs and slowly move to her ass. As I lightly squeeze, she groans with desire, which encourages me to go further. I proceed to delicately tickle her sides, causing her soft skin to transform into raised bumps while her stomach muscles tighten under my touch. Inch by inch, I continue up her body till my hands embrace her subtle breasts.

I growl, "You're incredible."

Her nimble fingers are frantically unbuttoning my shirt. As she unbuttons, her hands roam around my chest. When she gets to the last button, she pulls off my shirt, and in turn, I pull her dress up over her head. She's standing against me in her bra and panties.

"You're the most beautiful woman I've ever seen," I moan as my eyes scan over her almost naked figure.

"Thank you," she hums as she nibbles my ear.

I pick her up and lay her on the bed.

She gazes at me. Her dilated pupils are making her brown eyes black with desire.

"Come here," she demands.

I oblige.

She reaches up to unbuckle my belt and slides my pants and boxers down; they fall to the floor. Slipping out of my shoes and pants, I crawl onto the bed. Gazing at her with unbridled desire, I reach behind her and unclasp her bra. Tossing it over my shoulder, it lands on the floor somewhere. My focus is entirely on her as I take her breasts into my hands, gently squeezing her soft flesh. She moans arching her back and pressing her breasts into my grip to encourage me.

I kiss down her stomach, tuck my fingers inside her panties, and pull them down.

"Do you have a condom?" she purrs, her eyes burning with hunger.

"Yes, ma'am!"

The light shines through my blinds, waking me up. Stretching, I remember the fantastic time I had last night with Ama. Rolling over, I'm deeply disappointed when no one is beside me. Did I dream last night? Then, I see a glimmer of gold shining by the pillow next to me. I pick it up and know it's a starfish earring, the same earring Ama wore on our date. It wasn't a dream; I smile as I remember her sharing my bed.

I move onto her pillow and breathe in her addicting coconut scent. God, she was fantastic. She's just what I needed to get over Stella. I'm already aching for her body again; a shower is required to take care of my situation while reliving last night.

After breakfast, I head to the beach to read my book and soak up Jamaica's searing rays, unable to get Ama off my mind. I must get a grip or embarrass myself by tenting my swim trunks. It amazes me that just thinking of her can affect me like that.

I hate that she left without a word. Does she even want to see me again? Did I have the same effect on her that she has on me? So many questions are running through my mind.

Hoping to catch her cleaning my room today, I consider spending the day there. Damn, I'm so pathetic. No wonder Stella couldn't bring herself to marry me. Although after having Ama, I have no desire for Stella, which makes me realize she did me a favor by leaving me at the altar. If it weren't for her, I would never have known the magnificent feeling of fucking Ama. Was it just fucking? Or was there more to it? Could I leave this island and never see Ama again?

Waking up next to Gregory at 3:00 a.m. gives me an unexplainable feeling. I look over at his sleeping face and smile. As much as I'd like to stay in his arms, I had to be ready for work in four hours, so I kissed his forehead and quietly crawled out of bed. After gathering my clothes, I go into the bathroom, dress, and walk out the door with one more look back before I leave and close the door behind me.

Trai is already in the employee locker room when I arrive to change for my shift.

"Hey, Ama. How was dinner last night? I thought you'd call or text me when it was over," she asks, pulling her uniform over her head.

"Well, it didn't officially end till 3:00 this morning," I answer casually.

She spins around, grabs my shoulders, and gives me a naughty smile. "Spill it, Ama! Did you fuck him?"

"Jesus, Trai! Keep your voice down," I say while my eyes dart around the locker room, looking to see who may have overheard.

She whispers, "Did you fuck Gregory?"

"Yes, and it was the most amazing sex that I've ever had," I whisper back.

"I told you!" She folds her arms and grins proudly.

"Yes, you did," I admit while putting on my uniform.

"Are you going to see him again?" she probes.

I shrug. "I guess it's up to Gregory. I might have just been a one-night stand. I'm pretty sure I won't get pregnant because of being on the pill for years, and he used a condom."

Trai claps. "Now that's what I'm talking about!"

I roll my eyes at her antics.

"This doesn't mean I'll jump into bed with every tourist that looks my way. Gregory made me feel amazing with just a kiss. He set the bar pretty damn high," I claim with resolve.

With that, I left the locker room to start my day.

Later, Trai and I are having lunch in the break room. She won't stop trying to get details of my night with Gregory.

"Come on, Ama," she begs.

Shaking my head, I respond, "I'm not kissing and telling, Trai."

Narrowing her eyes, she says, "What? We've been kissing and telling since kindergarten. Remember when Bobby kissed you by the swings? You said that he smelled like tuna fish."

I laugh, "Trai, you're ridiculous."

After finishing our lunch, Trai and I get back to work. I can tell she's unhappy with me; she'll get over it. As usual, Gregory is my last room. I hope he's either there or comes in before I finish.

I'm vacuuming when Gregory walks into the room. He gives me a wave and a sweet smile. I turn off the vacuum.

"Hey."

"Hey."

He walks towards me and pulls me into a warm embrace.

"I missed you," I confess.

He smirks. "I've been thinking about you all damn day."

"Me too."

He pulls back and looks me in the face, smiling. "You've been thinking about you, too?"

Looking away, heat creeps into my cheeks; I laugh, "No! Of course not. I meant that I was thinking about you all day, too."

"You're adorable," he chuckles and pulls me back into his arms. "Dinner tonight?"

Nodding into his firm shoulder, I answer, "Yes, please."

His eyes burn with desire when we separate. "Come back to my room at 6:00," he growls.

"Okay. See you then," I breathe, grabbing my cart before leaving his room, thinking about what's in store when I return this evening.

Getting ready to meet Gregory in his room for dinner, I struggle with what to wear. I'm thinking of something sexy, deciding on a slinky red satin spaghetti strap mini dress, pulling it over my head, and letting the material cascade down my body. Braiding my hair to the side, I leave my face freshly washed and apply mascara and bronzer to my cheeks.

I show up outside of Gregory's room and knock.

He opens the door, and my breath leaves my lungs.

His face lights up. "Hello, Gorgeous."

"I believe that name is reserved for you, Mr. Gorgeous," I counter.

He grins and opens the door wider to let me enter. I walk into his room and see a beautiful candlelight dinner on his deck.

My brows raise in surprise. "Room service?"

"Yes, do you mind?" he asks sheepishly.

"Not at all," I say, grinning widely.

He takes my hand and leads me out to dinner.

Gazing at the delicious-looking food, I proclaim, "This looks amazing."

Watching me, he says, "Not nearly as amazing as you do."

Warmth fills my cheeks.

"If you keep blushing, we won't get through dinner. I'll carry you to my bed and have my way with you," Gregory warns.

I can't help it; heat rises into my face. I must be bright red.

"Ama," Gregory warns.

"I'm sorry, I can't help it."

He smiles and winks at me, pulls out my chair, and I sit. We eat jerk chicken with rice, plantains, carrots, and green beans.

Putting another bite into my mouth, I disclose, "This is delicious."

Gregory wiggles his brows. "It is, but I can't wait for dessert."

"Mmmm, what's for dessert?" I ask innocently.

"You are!" He smirks.

I smile and pretend to eat as fast as I can.

He laughs at my behavior.

After dinner, we decide to take a walk on the beach. We walk hand in hand for about a half hour, then turn to head back towards Gregory's room. I can hardly contain my excitement. The thought of Gregory touching and kissing me makes me lust for him.

Once in his room, I couldn't take it anymore. I make the first move, take his face into my hands, and press my breasts against him. I place my lips on his and kiss him gently. He wraps his arms around my waist and pulls me closer, deepening the kiss.

His tongue is like satin against mine. The warmth in my center begs for his touch as I wrap my legs around his waist, and he grabs my ass. Combing my fingers through his hair and pulling him closer, I begin to grind myself against him.

Gregory whispers, "What are you doing to me, Ama?"

"Take me, Gregory," I moan.

He carries me to his bed and lays beside me. We are still both fully dressed.

I kneel on the bed and pull my dress over my head. I'm braless and just in my thong. Gregory pulls me to him, and I straddle him. I remove his jacket, unbutton his shirt, and pull it off. My fingers run over his muscular chest, then move down to unbuckle his belt, unbutton his pants, and pull them off.

Gregory takes my face in his hands and pulls me to him. We kiss as he pulls my thong to the side.

"Condom, Gregory."

"In the nightstand."

I lean over and grab a condom out of the drawer, open it, and place it over Gregory's manhood. He pulls off my thong, and I straddle him.

"Mmmm, Gregory! I love the way you feel inside of me."

He grasps my hips, and I ride him hard. We explode together, and I collapse against his chest. He runs his fingers gently through my hair. I've never felt this close to another human being.

I'm working through my rooms the next day with thoughts of Gregory dancing through my mind. We haven't had any conversations regarding his vacation ending in a few days. I'm trying to be realistic, knowing I'm just his vacation fling. Unfortunately, he's under my skin, and I can't get enough of him.

Walking into the break room, I see Trai already at the table eating her lunch.

"Hey, Trai."

"Hey, Ama."

"Can we talk?"

"Sure, Ama. What's up?"

I sit down. "It's Gregory."

"What did he do?"

"Oh, he hasn't done anything wrong. I'm just wondering what to do. I know his vacation ends in a few days. Should I end things with him now? I'm not sure my heart can take being with him, knowing I'll lose him soon."

She grins at me knowingly. "You got it bad, girl."

"Got what?" I ask, not understanding her words.

Her eyes soften. "You fell in love with him. That's a big no, no. You're supposed to be having a fun fling. No strings attached."

"I'm not in love with him," I deny.

Am I? There's no way I could be in love after meeting the man a few days ago.

She tries to hide her smirk. "Do you think about Gregory constantly?"

My eyes drop to the floor. "Yes," I murmur.

"When you think of him, is there a burning desire to be with him?" she asks.

"Yes," I admit.

She continues, "Do you look at other guys?"

"No," I answer honestly.

She doesn't let up. "Do you see a future with Gregory?"

I think for a moment before answering, "I would love a future with him, but I don't see how it would work."

She beams with confidence. "You're in love with him, Ama."

My chin drops to my chest. "Shit!"

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