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Storm Rider

... him greet anyone this quickly before." "Is this your place, Angelique?" I asked. "Yes, my dad left it to me. I came back six years ago to sell it, but eventually decided to move back here from England, and run the place." She slid the bottle of rum away from her and handed me a glass, while holding up her glass. I touched her glass with mine and said, "Cheers, and thank you for giving me shelter from the storm." She smiled, nodded and downed the rum. I downed my drink and placed the glass on the bar. "Where to you call home, Gil?" Angelique asked as she poured two more shots of rum. "Canada, Toronto to be exact," I replied. "I have many friends there," she smiled. "What did you do in England?" She huffed and twisted her mouth, "I was an accountant. The most boring thing I have ever done." “Were you born here, Angelique?” “Yes. My dad moved here from France, when he was a young man, to work as a chef in one of the hotels. He was the white one, in case you were wondering,” she smiled and continued, “My mom was born here. They met in a market and fell in love, got married and had me. I learned how to cook from my dad, he was an incredible chef. He had hoped I would follow in his footsteps and take over the restaurant. But, he was very supportive none the less, when I wanted to study accounting.” “I find your multiple accents extremely charming. And, your exotic beauty surpasses any of the sights I have seen on this lovely Island. Although, I wouldn’t want to be on the receiving ...

... end of your ire,” I smiled. Angelique smiled and lowered her head as she whispered, “Thank you.” Lightning flashed across the sky and lit up the inside of the bar. Angelique closed her eyes tight and her hands clenched in to fists. A split second later, thunder cracked loudly above us. Angelique yelped and jumped with a start. Her full breasts jiggled under her bikini top, my cock twitched at the sexy sight. She laughed, covered her face with her hands and said, "Sorry, I can't get use to the thunder or lightning," a bit embarrassed at having been so startled. I laughed and replied, "No need to apologize. You should see my reaction when I walk in to a spider's web." She smiled at me and thought to herself, " Foolish, funny, sweet and handsome. I hope the storm lasts all night ." She fidgeted with her fingers and twisted her lips, "May I sit beside you, Gil? There is more thunder and lightning coming." "Of course you may, only if you promise to protect me from any spiders that might be lurking about." She laughed and made her way to the chair next to me. She sat down, lifted her glass, smiled and toasted, "To new friends." "To tropical storms," I smiled back at her. We downed the rum and stared at each other in silence again. A strong sexual tension had built up between us, as quickly as the storm had gathered. The thought of being alone with this sexy woman, on an Island, miles away from anyone else, sent a slight shiver through me. I could feel my lust flaring up. Lightning ...