I'm in love
I get up from my chair, grab Loraine by her waist and just ignore that bastard.
We walk down the terrace to the dock where my boat is moored. “Which one shall we take? An entire yacht is not that intimate. Let's choose a smaller catamaran”, I say to my girlfriend loud enough that it is clearly audible from the terrace.
A waitress quickly brings us a picnic basket, but I plan to moor in the other jetty because there is a well-stocked winery there. Dale likes wine, Loraine likes it too, although I see her more often with liqueurs. When I open the basket, I immediately see the note. That scares me back, but I have a good idea from who that came from. Presumably, he's now looking in my direction to see if I've noticed and read it. Well, then he will be standing there and waiting a very long time!
I slide it into a corner and take a burger out of the basket anyway, which I unpack. “Loraine”, I say softly. “He smuggled a note into the basket and is probably looking in our direction. Take a bite of this tasty burger, girly”. We laugh heartily as if I've told the best joke of the century. Intimately I hold the burger to her lips, she takes a big bite of it and seductively licks the sauce from her lips.
With my arm over her shoulder, we step into the covered boat. I put up the basket and go to loosen the rope holding the boat. Loraine is at the back of the helm, starts our slide and heads out of the bay. “We're going to stop at Grahams. I want to buy you some wine and a liqueur”, I tell my bestie. Still, neither of us looks back at the direction of the terrace that disappears further into the distance.
When we are out of sight, Loraine puts the boat on autopilot and grabs the basket. Curious as she is, she fiddles with it until she finds the note. “How do you know it's for you, Andre?” she asks humorously. “He might as well have put it in for me. I don't see a name on the back." Chuckling, I try to take the letter from her, but she keeps it out of my reach.
“Whoever loves his life does not dare write you love letters. Aziel will be back here in no time, even if he has to take a drone", I hiss. A dreamy look comes to her face. “You don't know my fiancé, otherwise you would see what a sweetheart Aziel is. Danner was completely crazy. He even wanted to know when I was taking a puff," she says slightly exaggerated.
During lunch she gave me a sneak peek of her past. Not much, but enough to know she's in Barbados to recover from heartbreak. I won't search about her on the internet, I just want her to trust me enough to tell her life story, just like I told her mine.
But I can well imagine that every man who once had her as a partner was madly in love with her. She is extremely beautiful, her jet-black hair and gray eyes are very striking. The first time I met her, her innocence especially attracted me to start a conversation with her. In addition, she was also completely on her own, which aroused my protective instincts.
She hands me the note anyway but bends over to read along. “Meet me tonight at Sandals, room 11021. I'll be waiting for you. D'
We look at each other in surprise. That Dale dares! File me a lawsuit and then just invite me to your hotel room?! Perhaps this is a trap to his advantage in the lawsuit. Well, he picked the wrong person for his business then. I toss the note in the wind and it blows across the bay until it lands somewhere in the water. I sigh deeply.
“Just forget this. If you see him again, he shouldn't notice that you've read what he wrote," she advises me. “What exactly did he think you would do, jump into his arms after everything that happened? No apology or so?” Loraine frowns. I shake my head in disapproval, my decision is made.
Cautiously I steer the boat to a free mooring spot and help Loraine jump out. With our arms around each other, we walk in the direction of the winery. The weather is still sunny and beautiful, no rain is forecast for today. When we arrive there, I notice that the range of drinks has expanded to such an extent that I deviate from my intended brands. “Let's just do it with liqueurs, they have less alcohol,” advises Loraine. “Remember we have to get back and I don't want to read the Compass upside down,” she giggles.
I think it is indeed a good idea and we buy some Amarullah, Baileys and a Borgoe Rum. We are just returning to the boat when we suddenly hear someone yell with an American accent.
“Loraine, darling”
When I look up I see a gorgeous fellow, looking at Loraine with joy. He grins from ear to ear as he grabs and spins around with her. His body is not really muscular, but well maintained. His hair is short blonde so the tattoo on his neck is clearly visible. Dale also has a tattoo in the same spot, sigh. What is it I got with those tattoo guys? I can't take my eyes off him, even though he doesn't seem to be gay. But it’s the same with Dale, sigh.
The two become entwined, chatting until I clear my throat meaningfully.
Loraine looks apologetic and holds me by the arm. “Asher”, I hear her call Mr. Handsome, “This is Andre, my friend here on the island. Andre, the house I live in belongs to this good fellow.”
Strange, I've been doing business here for several years and never met him before.
We shake hands and the sparks shoot right through my body. My breath catches and I can't take my eyes off him.
I'm in love...
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