Waking up, I'm sexually frustrated because of my hot and steamy dreams of Gregory. I need a cold shower to douse the burning embers my dreams ignited. I've got to get this forbidden man off my mind.

Thankfully, Trai and I are both off after our night of drinking, dancing, and, in Trai's case, having sex. We're planning a much-needed relaxing day at the beach.

My phone dings. Trai is texting me.

Man, what a night. I'm just rolling out of bed. Can you give me an hour before picking me up?

It's already noon.

Sure. I was also feeling last night this morning. See you in an hour.

She's quick to respond.

Ooo, I can't wait to hear all about it.

Laughing, I tap my keyboard.

Get your mind out of the gutter. See you soon.

After picking up Trai an hour later, we drive to the beach. Although I've lived my entire life here, the beauty of the cloud-free sky and aqua-blue water lapping the sandy shore still takes my breath away.

Grabbing two lounge chairs, we make ourselves comfortable, covering our chairs with towels and putting the cooler between us.

Stretching out across the lounge chair, I release a cleansing breath and breathe in the salty air. "Ahhh."

Trai grabs a Red Stripe from the cooler. "This is just what I need after a night of partying."

"Throw me one of those," I say with my hand reaching out in expectation.

She does, and we lay back, relaxing and soaking in the scorching Jamaican sun. While drinking beer, we share our stories from the night before.

"So when you and Mr. Gorgeous got hot and heavy on the dance floor, I needed a hottie too. It just so happened that a group of tourists had been staring me down the whole night, but none of them dared to come to talk to me. So, I decided to take matters into my own hands."

I let out a throaty laugh. "Of course you did!"

Trai winks and continues. "I picked out my target: tall, dark, and handsome, walked over to him without saying a word, and dragged him onto the dance floor. His crew all hoot and holler. I wanted to see him dance to ensure he would be a good fuck."

Raising my brows, I reply, "Have you no shame?"

Trai looks at me, smiles, and shakes her head no. "Anyway, he passed the dance test. We were grinding on each other like horny teenagers. It was so provocative; I almost had an orgasm on the dance floor."

My hand covers my mouth in mock horror.

Undeterred, she keeps telling me her story. "That's when I texted you and then seductively whispered in handsome's ear to get me out of there." Her shoulders shrug. "It turns out he danced much better than he fucked."

My mouth drops open. "Oh my god, Trai. Was it that bad?"

She slides her sunglasses down and looks me in the eye. "Lucky for me, the dancing had me so turned on that I came immediately."

At this point, I'm laughing so hard that my sides hurt.

Trai shoves her sunglasses back up and leans back. "Your turn."

After gulping my beer, I reveal, "Not much to say. You saw how amazingly Gregory danced. I felt an ache for him but panicked when he pressed his hard-on into me."

Trai rolls her eyes but lets me continue.

"He asked to walk me to my car since you bailed on me." I give her a fake glare.

"Yeah, sorry about that," she said without remorse.

"That's okay. The magical kiss Gregory gave me made up for it." Once again, I'm taken back to that moment and sigh.

"Do tell!" she encourages me.

Closing my eyes, I relive the moment. "It was amazing. Soft, yet powerful and passionate. It was by far the best kiss I've ever had. It had me ready to toss caution to the wind and give into my lust."

Trai sits on the edge of her lounge chair, hanging on my every word. "What happened next?"

I lean back on my lounge chair and place my hands behind my head. "Nothing. I said we can't do this because I might get fired since Gregory is a guest at the hotel. Then I got in my car and drove away, leaving him alone in the parking lot."

Trai flops back in her chair, groaning. "Ama, you have got to get over what happened with your mom and live a little."

Trai only knows the story my muma made up about her drunken night with a local boy.

"I know, I just can't do that to her."

Muma practically begs me every day I work to stay away from the tourist men so they don't break my heart like my father did to her. She was in love but was nothing more than a vacation fling to him. She wants more than that for me. I do, too. — I don't believe my own words.

Trai hands me another beer and gets herself one. "I get it; I just don't like you living your life because of something that happened over 23 years ago."

We sit back and quietly enjoy the beautiful orange bursts of the sunset, and I can't help but think that Trai is right.

"Unfortunately, as much as I want to protect my heart, I can't get Gregory out of my head," I say quietly enough that Trai either doesn't hear me or she has dozed off.

As I lay there, I think I'll ask my supervisor tomorrow if I can exchange cleaning Gregory's room for another room. However, the more I think about it, I don't want to answer any questions he may ask on why I'm making this request. So I'm going to be an adult and suck it up, hoping I don't run into Mr. Gorgeous.

My hotel room feels lonely as I lie in bed this morning. My thoughts are still on the island beauty, Ama. How can I be thinking this way about someone I just met two days ago after what I just went through?

My mind travels back to two weeks ago when I stood at the altar, waiting for Stella to appear down the aisle. I thought about the night I proposed. We were in a butterfly garden with the sun dipping below the horizon. I had knelt before her, took her hand, and promised to hold her heart forever.

When the wedding march music began to play, there was nothing. They started it again, but still nothing. I was standing there with my groomsmen, and we all looked at each other, wondering what the hell was happening.

My dad had gotten up and went to the back of the church.

I was shifting my feet anxiously while everyone looked at me, so I gave them an embarrassed smile and shrugged my shoulders. Then Dad came back down the aisle towards me, with the inner corners of his eyebrows raised and his lip corners pulled down, looking like he had heartbreaking news to tell me.

My world crashed when he said, "I'm sorry, son, Stella's gone."

Left at the fucking altar. So here I am on my honeymoon all alone.

My thoughts wander back to Ama. I missed seeing her yesterday. Trai and her were partying pretty hard, so they must have had yesterday off work.

She's so beautiful, and how she moved against me when we danced was intoxicating. It's hard to admit that the woman I asked to share the rest of my life with never made me feel how I felt when I kissed Ama while leaning on her cool car. I wish she didn't want me to stay away. An island fling is just what I need to get over the hit Stella took to my ego.

I get up to shower these feelings away. Soaping up, I imagine Ama in the shower with me. I can feel myself harden as I imagine her naked body glistening from the water, her long dark hair wet and slicked back. I can almost feel her plump, perfect breasts in my hands and hear her moaning, begging me to touch her. But it's me moaning as I stroke myself and feel the sweet release. After I come down from my high, I finish showering with my mind still on Ama.

Once dressed, I'm hoping that Ama works today. It's disappointing that I never found out what she did at the hotel, and I don't know her schedule. So today will be a game of hide and seek.

Ready or not, Ama, here I come.

After getting ready, I head to the breakfast buffet. Maybe Ama works with the wait staff. Looking around the restaurant, I don't see her anywhere. Damn, what if she works in the kitchen? I wouldn't be able to see her in there. Should I ask someone? No, that would be cheating on my little game. So, after eating and going to my room, I put on my swimsuit. Walking to the beach, I keep my eye out for Ama.

What are the chances she's a beach cocktail waitress in a tiny bikini? Just the thought of her hot body in a bikini excites me. Could today be my lucky day? I find a chair and scour the beach for Ama, hoping to see my Jamaican beauty. I give up and read my John Grisham book while glancing up now and then, still watching for her.

It's halfway through my shift, so it's time for my lunch break. It's hotel policy that we use the break room to eat our lunch, not the hotel restaurants.

Trai meets me there. "So, have you run into Mr. Gorgeous today?"

"Not yet. Gregory's room is last on my schedule again today. What are the chances that I can avoid him for his entire stay?"

"Not sure why you'd want to," Trai says between bites of her chicken sandwich.

I look heavenward. "Because I don't think I can trust myself around Gregory; end of conversation."

After finishing the rest of our lunch and discussing anything but Gregory, we head back to work. Carefully, I walk to my next room, looking around to ensure Gregory is nowhere to be seen. Since the coast is clear, I continue my work.

I knock once I get to his room, hoping he's not there. "Housekeeping!"

No answer. I knock again. "Housekeeping!"

Still no answer. I use my master key and open his door. "Housekeeping!" I call out one more time.

Still nothing; relief fills me, so I clean his room, wondering what it would be like to be part of his life. I fold his clothes and place them on the chair. They smell like him, returning me to the night he kissed me. After vacuuming and dusting, I put his shoes in a straight row.

I go into the bathroom, wash the sink and toilet, and place Gregory's toiletries on a clean towel. When I scrub his tub, I imagine him naked, which makes me smile before hearing someone in the bedroom. I freeze.

"Hello?"

"Yes, can I help you?" I squeak out, not recognizing my voice.

"How much longer are you going to be? I want to shower before dinner."

"I'm just now finishing up. I'll be out of here in a moment."

"Great. Could you please leave me some extra towels?"

"Of course." Shit! Now what? Okay, Ama, breathe; you got this. I'm just going to keep my head down, grab extra towels, and get the hell out of here.

I leave the bathroom, my eyes dropping to the floor with my head down. It's a policy here to keep all the doors open when working, so I quickly move to the cart that I use to prop open the door. I don't even look in Gregory's direction. I grab some towels and hurry back to the bathroom. Now, to get back to my cart and escape.

I'm halfway there when I hear Gregory get off of the bed. "Excuse me. Amancia, is it?"

"Yes."

"I want to tip you for doing such a great job."

Begrudgingly, I turn around slowly.

I see his brows rise in surprise. "Ama? You're my housekeeper?"

"Oh, hey, uh, yeah." Smooth Ama.

His eyes widen. "Wow! I've been looking everywhere for you today."

"You have?" Warmth flushes my cheek.

"Of course I have. I haven't stopped thinking of you since our kiss."

He steps closer.

"Have you thought about me?"

He steps closer.

"Um, yeah, I guess so." Why can't I stop the heat from flushing into my face? I must be bright red.

"You're adorable when you're flustered."

He's now close enough that I feel his warm breath when he speaks again.

"You're amazing, Ama."

He places his hands on my face, keeping me from moving and gazing into his dark eyes full of desire. His lips gently brush against mine. My heart jumps when he presses his lips against mine with more pressure. His tongue glides along my lips, begging for entrance. I welcome it, deepening the kiss as our tongues intertwine passionately. Moaning into his mouth causes him to let out a deep growl before breaking the kiss a moment later, and I immediately miss it.

"Please let me buy you dinner tonight."

Nope, I can't do it.

"Yes." Damn, my mouth, my mind chastises.

"Can I pick you up at your house?"

"NO!" I practically shout.

He puts up his hands in surrender. "Okay, okay."

I take a breath. "I'm sorry. How about I meet you here at the hotel lobby at 7:00?"

His eyes sparkle with joy. "Sure."

"I have to leave. See you soon," I say, finally finding my legs and moving to the door.

He follows me and kisses me sweetly on the cheek. "Till tonight, then."

"Goodbye." I smile at him, then push my cart out of his room.

I see Trai in her street clothes when I go to the employee locker room.

"Hey, girl! Did you make it through the day without seeing Mr. Gorgeous?"

I shake my head. "Nope."

She spins around to face me. "What the hell happened?"

"I thought I was in the clear. While finishing the bathroom, Gregory came in. He asked for more towels and was on his bed, paying me no attention. I was halfway to the door when he called me back to give me a tip for my work and immediately recognized me. He kissed me and asked me to dinner tonight."

Clapping her hand like a child, Trai squeals, "Please tell me that you said yes!"

I can't help the grin spreading across my face. "I did."

Trai screams. "Hell yeah!"

I place my hands over my face. "I don't know what happened. My mind was saying no, and yes pops out of my mouth."

She glanced up to the ceiling. "Ama, it's just dinner."

"You're right. I can do this. No big deal, right?" I say, not believing a damn word coming from my mouth.

Once I arrive home, I prepare for my date with Gregory, choosing a sleeveless black bodycon dress that hugs my body flawlessly. I'm so nervous my muma will discover my secret that my hands are shaking, making doing my hair and makeup difficult. I settle for leaving my hair down and straight and use a shimmering powder to brighten my cheeks.

One last look in the mirror, I'm off to meet Gregory at the hotel lobby.

I see him waiting for me; tight black dress pants cling to his perfect ass, paired with a short-sleeve simple button-up white cotton shirt showing off his tan arms. My chest tightens with excitement.

I'm in so much trouble!

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