A loud honk behind her drew her mind from the past and into the present. Ororo glanced behind her and saw a car trying to get around her. She hadn’t realized she’d moved in the middle of the road. Quickly she moved to the shoulder. The impatient driver, darting her a dirty look, raced by. Patience certainly wasn’t a virtue to some of the people here. Dismissing him from her mind, she continued her bone-jarring journey.
The apparent differences this side of the city was obvious. Salted breezes from the ocean cleansed the air. The entire countryside seemed to have been made by the expert brush strokes of an artist. Poinsettias trees spilling red blossoms over dense bushes provided stunning color. Royal Poinciana’s lined the sides of the smoothly paved road, allowing brief glimpses of tall hedges and stonewalls of private mansions. Beautiful, wild orchids lent fragrance and added beauty to the already breathtaking area.
This region near the southern coast provided some of the most tranquil and breathtaking sites on the entire island, not to mention some of the most elaborate houses in the world. The opulence of some of the homes was mind-boggling. Each mansion were custom built with all the modern conveniences and enormities taken for granted by people in the states but which were luxuries here.
She turned into a long curved road, which ended at tall, wrought iron gates with a gold lion crest. She got off the bike and pushed open the heavy gates. She walked into a wide, stone brick courtyard and stood for a moment to take in the sight before her. The large house was built overlooking a canopied green valley on one side and distant ridges and ocean on the other. Built to blend in with its surroundings, the two-story home had an aged appearance that gave it the charm and uniqueness of a rustic French chateau.
Large windows faced out at all sides, giving a splendid view of it’s surroundings. Rose bushels in vibrant colors were planted on the sides of the house. Several workers were trimming the full landscape of trees and bushes. Ororo had hoped they would be done before her parents return but it didn’t look like they would be finished in time. Judging by the time, it didn’t look like they would get through today. She signed. That’s when she spotted a tall, slim youth removing luggage from a Lexus SUV parked at the far side of the yard. Damn! It couldn’t be.
She dropped the bike and rushed to the youth. “Moise did my parents arrive?”
“Yes mademoiselle.” He answered, pausing in the mist of lifting another suitcase from the car. Ororo groaned. They were early!
“How long ago?”
“Just a couple of minutes ago. They called from the airport and Jean went to pick them up.” He answered in Creole.
“Merci, Moise.” Eager to see her parents, Ororo hurried through the oak double doors.
“Mom! Dad!”
She ran into the foyer and into a wall of unmovable solid steel. The wind knocked out of her, she felt her knees threatened to buckle under. Strong masculine hands reached out to steady her.
“Are you alright?” questioned a deep, sensual voice somewhere above her head. Ororo raised dazed eyes from a wide. Expanse of masculine chest, sensual lines of his mouth, a strong chiseled nose, to a pair of clear blue eyes.
Handsome, but not in an ordinary way. He was brutally so. A fierce jagged scar on the side of his face stood pale against his tanned skin. Her gazed swept to the hard thrust of his chin as he too, closely scrutinized her.
Glancing up into his eyes again, she felt as if she were drowning in their amused depths.
“Cherie? You’re finally home. We’ve been waiting for you.” Came a thick French accented voice behind them. Ororo reluctantly moved out of the circle of his strong arms and turned to face her mother.
“Hi mom! I’m so sorry for not being here in time to pick you up at the airport.” She said walking over to kiss her mothers perked cheek. A cloud of expensive perfume threatened to choke her.
“ We took an earlier flight. We figured you’d be to occupied with things at your little school.” N’dare Munroe explained.
“Well I’m glad you guys are home.” She said. Ignoring the snide remark.
“Me too, Mon Coeur. How did things go?”
“Great! Everyone passed to the next level. And…”
“If you insist on wasting your education on a bunch of kids who don’t deserve it then I’m glad things went well. But I’m sure if you called monsieur McCoy at the American Academy he would immediately offer you a position”
“Mom we’re been over this. I love what I’m doing.”
Seeing her mother was gearing up for an all out assault on what she considers to be a waste of her daughter’s time, Ororo decided to distract her.
“Where’s the old man?”
“If by old man you mean your father, he headed straight to his office the moment we arrived. He said something about returning some urgent phone messages that couldn’t wait. He’ll probably be out for dinner.” Replied N’dare. Sounding irritated.
Oh boy! N’dare’s attitude doesn’t sound like the trip went well.
“How was the trip? Did you guys have a good time? You look like you did, mom.” N’dare did look like she just walked of the cover of essence. Dressed in an elephant, red two-piece Versace suit with matching high-heeled pumps. Her white hair was twisted in a chignon and her hazel eyes sparkled. While her honeyed skin fairly glowed. Even at her age she eluded youthful energy and raw feminine sexuality.
“We had a marvelous time. I can’t remember the last time your father was so attentive. I almost forgot about… anyway we had a great time.” She said forcing a smile to her lips. The sadness lurking in her eyes was harder to hide.
“Sounds like you two hardly left your rooms.” Ororo teased, hoping to bring back the sparkle back in her mothers eyes. A becoming rush of color spread across N’dare’s cheeks. Who would have ever thought she would be able to tease her mother about sex! Especially without getting a backhand across the mouth or worse.
“Maybe for just a little while.” She smiled, indicating several boxes and extra suitcases cluttering the foyer.
“ Did you leave anything in the stores?” she asked. N’dare was notorious for her shopping sprees. If not for her father curtailing her expenditures she would probably bankrupt them inside of a month. But judging from all the boxes he wasn’t able to stop her this time.
Her mother shrug dismissively at the bags.” It could not be helped. The holidays are just around the corner so I started my shopping early.” N’dare turned to her. That’s when they both encountered the bemused blue eyes of the tall stranger watching them with amused indulgence.
“Bon dieu! Where are my manners! Logan Howlett, I’d like you to meet my daughter, Ororo.” She said in perfect English.
Under lazily hooded eyes, Logan had quietly observed mother and daughter. They could easily have passed for sisters; so similar were their exotic features. Both had an oval face that glowed with an inner and outer beauty that few women possessed. Twin hazel eyes fringed by long, dark lashes smiled out at him. But where N’dare exude elegance and sophistication her daughter held an air of hidden sensuality yet to be uncovered. Judging from her oversized shirt and baggy shorts that’s how she preferred it. Still it did nothing to hide the voluptuous curves hidden beneath.
Her unusual hair was white as snow, in a haphazard ponytail had wisps of curls framing a youthful face devoid of makeup. Yet despite her clothes and disheveled appearance, she was still emanating sensual pulses that were sending his imagination in sexual overdrive.
When she moved closer he felt the full shock of her. This was no teenager. She was a woman with all the beauty and allure of one who knew she didn’t have to flaunt it. Men would always find her desirable no matter how she tried to hide it. She had a raw sensuality that would grip a man square in his gut and never let him go. Just the unconscious sway of her hips as she approached him was doing things to his libido he much preferred not to think about. She was one good-looking woman.
This was the petit infante Maurice and N’dare had been talking about for the last week and a half? His job here suddenly got a lot harder.
She was off limits pal.
Yeah. Tell that to his abstinent hormones of the past eight months.
Logan stared at the dark smudges on her cheek and forehead and found he wanting to wipe them away. Her full lips curved into a mischievous grin as if she could read his thoughts. Oh yeah, she was differently her mother’s daughter and a possible distraction he hadn’t counted on. His strong reaction to her was proof of that.
Still he’d survived worst situations. This was just a walk in the park.
“Your parents have told me a lot about you. It’s a pleasure to finally meet you.” He held out a hand towards her.
Ororo stared at the man standing in front of her. She let her gaze travel leisurely from his head to his sneakers and back again. He was taller then she’d first thought. His short cropped hair the color of midnight seemed to be streaked with blue highlights where the sun touched it. Tanned a golden bronze, his features bespoke of strength and a hint of danger. Her eyes skimmed over his wide shoulders in a blue polo shirt and denim jeans that outlined his muscular physic.
Nice, real nice.
Where did that come from? No way was she attracted to this tall, muscular, hot looking hunk. Quickly raking him with her eyes again, Ororo mentally shook her head.
No way, not even remotely. He wasn’t even her type.
Too….tall.
And….too broad chested. He was differently not her type. In that case it shouldn’t be a problem shaking his hand.
But it was.
Still holding out his hand, he fixed her with an amused almost challenging stare. She hesitated for a moment longer, something about him unsettled her. Made her aware of him like she hadn’t been aware of a man in a long time. Sensing her unease, a flicker of a smile player at the corner of his lips.
Calm down girl his just a man.
Pushing aside her unease, Ororo grasped his hand in a firm hold. A sudden trickle of sensations tingled where he enveloped hers. She looked into his eyes to see if he felt the same things, but only spied a strange look that was quickly masked in the next instant. She was acting foolish. Guess that’s what happens when a person was severely hard up for sex.
“I hope it was all good things.” At the confused look in his eyes she said “what my parents told you about me.
“They raved about you. I almost expected a paragon of virtue instead of a flesh and blood woman.” He murmured, lost in her sparkling eyes. Ororo’s throat went dry. She willed herself to let go of his hand and move back, but her body had a will of it’s own.
“Well I certainly hoped you aren’t disappointed.” She hated the husky tone in her voice.
“Surprised, but differently not disappointed.”
For several seconds they stood gazing in each other’s eyes. Was he flirting with her or was it wishful thinking? Girl you need to get laid. Bad too, if she was now seeing signals where there were none. Then again how often does a fine white man stand in her foyer looking down at her with a sexy grin?
“Let’s go into the living room so you can tell me everything that’s been going on.” Interrupted N’dare. Logan realized at the same time as Ororo that their hands were still clasped. Slowly he released her.
Get a grip Logan! Not only was this the daughter of a close family friend but also he wasn’t here to get personally involved with anyone. No matter how delectable a package Ororo Munroe was. Now all he had to do was convinced his body of that.
Following her, he willed himself not to look down at her provocatively swaying hips. But he was powerless to keep his eyes from straying down.
So he was looking. There was no harm in that. Staying away from her would be a piece of cake.
Yea right. Logan was sure a woman that hot was more handfuls then anything else. But what a handful!
The room they entered was spacious but comfortably furnished. Coffered mahogany covered the low ceiling and bordered French doors leading to the garden. Antique and modern pieces were her mother wasn’t being intentionally vindictive, she just didn’t approve of her children’s choices or the mixing of the social classes. Believing they were crossing lines best left alone. That didn’t mean her narrow views didn’t hurt.
“What mother means, Logan is that an organization of some people have donated money to help build a much needed public school here.”
“That’s very generous.”
“Yes it is. Considering most upper class Haitians are not known for their generosity towards the ‘ignorant masses’.”
“Squandering money on people who refuse to help themselves is only a crutch for laziness.” N’dare said just as a maid brought in a tray of refreshments.
After the girl left, Ororo turned to her mother. “Mom how can you do that!” she could barely contain her anger. She was used to her parent’s callous remarks but to openly voice her opinions in front of a member of their staff was more then Ororo could handle.
“What? It is the truth. You must face that we are different from them cherie.
She should have been used to her mother’s bigoted views since she’d been exposed to them for most of her life but she wasn’t. Nor would she ever be. Raised to believe that her French ancestry, money and light completion made them superior to the common, dark skinned Haitian her mother’s words were often laced with thinly help contempt.
“If you’ll excuse me Logan, I think I’ll go take that shower now.” Ororo could feel her mothers angry stare follow her out of the room. She knew she would hear it later but right now she was too angry and embarrass to care.
Differently a surprise. Logan thought as he watched her angrily departing back. In more ways then one. To bad he wouldn’t be here long enough to discover all of them. Another place, at another time perhaps..no. He wasn’t going down that road again. He already knew what was at the end. Pushing down an odd twinge of regret, he dismissed the image of twinkling hazel eyes full of promise from his mind.
Leaning against the closed door, Ororo took long deep breaths until she was calmed. How could her mother do that? The worst part was that as time past she was getting even more irrational with her racist views. They’d lost several wonderful maids because of it. She signed. What must Logan Howlett think of them? I bet he never encountered blacks who were racist against their own race before. She wondered about him. Who was he? What was he doing here? More importantly was he married?
Was she for real! That man downstairs didn’t hold the slights interest for her. Not that she held any of her mother’s prejudices where color was concern, it’s just that she never thought she would be attracted to a white man. Sure she thought guys like tom cruise, Harrison ford, and even former president Bill Clinton were cute. Who didn’t? But she had to admit the instant attraction she’d felt towards Logan ran deeper then color. Deeper then anything she’d ever felt before. She’d responded to him in a purely feminine level. Raw and primal. She started down at her hand. It stilled tingled from his touch. What was wrong with her? There was no way she was going to let herself get involved with anyone. Nevertheless some white man she didn’t know anything about! Besides the man didn’t exactly fall over himself with interest.
For reasons she didn’t want to delve into, that thought was disheartening. Maybe the ride in the hot sun had affected her more them she’d thought. Mentally shaking herself she pushed away from the door and began taking off her dusty cloths and dropped them on a chair facing the bed. Recently redecorated by N’dare, her room was artfully decorated to suite her personality. All the furnishings except for the comfortable chair and table next to the window were made in Haiti or imported from France.
Faux finished walls with gold and platinum accents created a wonderful backdrop for her furnishings. A magnificent, hand carved, oak bed, large armoire, and matching nightstand crafted by local artists were her favorites. A silk cream coverlet with intricate floral, on the bed emphasized the beauty and richness of the wood. Luxuriously textured throw pillows in rich earth tone colors were arranged invitingly against the headboard. One thing was certain; her mother had excellent taste.
Turning from the comfort of her surroundings, she walked out to the wrought iron balcony. Adjoined with the room next door, the wide balcony faced to the rear of the house. The serene view of the pool below and distant Caribbean Sea never failed to bring her comfort.
Close to nightfall the sky was awashed in various red and orange hues as the sun slowly disappeared in the horizon. She could see small glimpses of the sparkling ocean awashed in color. The heat was replaced by a gentle, soothing breeze. The strong fragrance from the roses below mingled in the air. She loved evenings like this. Holding onto the railing, she closed her eyes and breathed deeply of the humid and salted air. The slight, cooling wind felt wonderful on her heated skin.
She signed wistfully, feeling unusually restless. Always truthful with herself, Ororo realized that tall hunk of manhood downstairs was already playing havoc with her already heightening senses. Thank god a cold shower could easily aid what ailed her.
Opening the door out to the balcony, Logan felt like someone had just punched him in the gut. Still as a statue, he couldn’t believe the sight that met his eyes. The spectacular sunset as her backdrop, he stared at a half naked Ororo Munroe!
His instant arousal was fierce and surprising with its intensity. Clad in only transparent, scraps of lace she stood unabashed as a breeze touched her in a gentle caress. The thin scraps left nothing to the imagination.
Aware she hadn’t seen or heard him, Logan unashamedly inched the door open wider and let his eyes trail down her body. Her hair caught by the stunning array of colors from the suns rays, freely wiped behind her like a long puffed cloud. Her beautiful face turned up to the sky, was radiant and serene, she arched her back, pushing her full breasts against the flimsy fabric of her white bra. A thin scrap of lace rode high on her rounded hips. He got a tantalizing view of her firm buttocks and slender legs.
He swore silently. His instincts had warned him she would be trouble. Now look at him, standing here practically salivating over her. He should have turner and walked back into his room, but he couldn’t seem to move. He ordered his feet to step back, but instead found them moving closer to her.
“Beautiful isn’t it”
Ororo’s eyes flew open and she wiped around. A gasped of shock escaped her startled lips. Leaning nonchalantly against the side railing, staring intently at her was the reason for her sudden longings! His bare, muscular chest glistening in the setting sun. Her fascinated gaze dropped down his flat abdomen to the top of his jeans and fixed on the dark, curls leading to… she jerked her gaze back up to his hard chest.
Jesus!
The breath caught in her throat. She raised her gaze to blink up into his glimmering eyes,
She wanted him. Plain and simple.
Yeah right. Nothing that hot was simple.
Concealing his own sharp intake of breath Logan gazed down at the full frontal view of her scantily clad body. He could make out her taut nipples and the patch of curls pressing against the white lace of her panties.
He gulped for air. The question that had plagued him since he saw her had been answered. Her hair was real, but that damn thing barely covered her! He told himself not to look, to go back, that this woman was off limits. But he couldn’t budge. Logan was mesmerized. His eyes darkened as his gaze wondered again down her body, almost memorizing every angle, expanse of dark skin, the length of naked legs in all its feminine glory. He could barely breath. The throbbing evidence of his arousal pushed painfully against his jeans. Damn!
At the look in his eyes, Ororo felt an answering tremor vibrate through her body. An ache, sharp and deep gripped her from inside. She shifted uneasily. His aroused flesh, beckoned her to move closer. Finding herself almost unwillingly moving towards him, she tried to come to her senses. God this couldn’t be happening! She was standing practically naked in front of a total stranger and all she could think about was having him touch her as his gaze had!
She acknowledges what her flaming body was telling her. As unbelievable as it was she couldn’t deny she wanted this man. But acknowledging it and doing something about it were two different things. Her gaze kept returning to the curves of his sun-bronzed muscles and below…
Her face flushed. “I’m sorry. I didn’t know anyone was out here.” She stammered.
“Neither did I.” His voice slightly hoarse. He struggled to gain control of the situation. If only she wasn’t staring at him with that mixture of innocence and sultry seductress.
“I’d better go get ready for dinner.” She saw him swallow. His head looked towards her room.
“Yes. That’s a great idea.” He almost snapped. A man could only take so much. Family friend or not if she didn’t leave he wouldn’t be responsible for what happened.
She knew she should be the one to leave but she couldn’t move. With that hungry look in his eyes her own answering need kept her rooted to the spot. She felt a hard pressure on her chest making it difficult to breath. If only she were bold enough to close the distance between them and…
Good lord! What was she thinking?
“If one of us doesn’t leave I won’t be responsible for what happens.” He growled. Seeing the purposeful intent in his eyes, Ororo took a step back. Holy shit!
Facing flaming, she turned and raced back into her room slamming the doors; she pulled the drapes closed against the grim look on his face.
Moving away from the door, she stared at it. She could hear her own breath loud in the quiet room. What had she been thinking? Going out like that! She should have known he would have been put in the guestroom next door.
Stupid! Stupid!
To make matters worst she’d practically thrown herself at him! She must be seriously hard up to feel this way. But the look in his eyes had promised things she’d long forgotten but still yearned for, he had been as fully aroused as she was. The way his eyes had stripped away even the scant covering of her. Underwear…she shuddered. Even now her body was urging her to go back out there.
A loud knock at the door caused her to jump. Oh my god! What if that were him coming to fore fill what his eyes had openly promised she stood staring at the door willing whomever was on the other side to leave. Just as she made a grab for something to cover up with the door suddenly opened and the maid walked in. filled with relief and embarrassment, Ororo sat heavily on the bed, great! In less then an hour of meeting this man she was acting like a complete sex starved basket case.
“Oh! Excuse me mademoiselle. I not know you ici.” Ororo smile. Germaine never failed to make her laugh with her broken English. Since the age of thirteen during her summer vacations, Ororo had tried to show her the proper way to speak English, but Germaine seemed determine to do it her way. Which provided for some amusing moments.
Older by five years, Germaine was the complete opposite of her. She was tall, graceful and her skin was as black and smooth lllike velvet. Large gold earrings, slapped against her neck. Her short, corn rolled hair framed a delicate face. She’d been Ororo’s constant companion and confidant, but since her return, the girl had erected a wall between them. And she was using their social class to do it. Ororo supposed it had something to do with her new boyfriend, but she missed their old commodry. She couldn’t understand why her old friend couldn’t accept that she was more like a part of the family then a servant.
Ororo signed. “I was just seating here trying to decide what to wear for dinner.” She lied. Heat rose to her cheeks at the memory of Logan’s bare chest.
“This afternoon, I go to take dirty clothes to Solànge.” Germaine said by way of the folded clothes in her arms.
‘Germaine I can take my own clothes to have them cleaned.” But the other girl just ignored her and went to the armoire.
“Fine. If you want to act like my servant instead of my friend then I can’t stop you, but remember this Germaine we were close once and you can’t take that away.” Ororo stormed. Annoyed at her behavior. Germaine hesitated for a moment, and then kept arranging the clothes.
“You see the blanc come avec your parents?” she asked tentatively. Ororo silently groaned. The last thing she wanted to do was talk about Logan Howlett!
“Yes I saw him.”
“What I do to a man like that! Sex no be boring.” Germaine said dreamily.
Remembering, his cropped hair and the tight muscles of his chest, Ororo had to agree.
“I wouldn’t know nor do I plan to find out.” She mumbled more to herself then the closely observing girl.
“To bad. If I be you I find out.” Germaine smiled slyly. Ororo felt a pang of something akin to jealousy. She dismissed it just as quickly. Instead wondering when had she changed so completely. These days she barely recognized the other girl. Before, just the thought of kissing a man would have sent her into a holier then thou tale spin. Now here she was completely sleeping with a total stranger as if it were nothing! Shaking her head, She glanced over at the clock on the night table. Oh shit! It was almost six-thirty.
“Germaine I’ve got to take a shower or be late for dinner. We’ll talk later, okay.” Without a word, she turned and left. Puzzled, Ororo quickly removed her underwear. Something was going on with Germaine. Later she was going to have a talk with her. It was about time she found out what was troubling the other girl.
Naked, she walked into her marble bathroom and stood under the cold spray of a shower. After the ride home and even hotter time on the balcony, she enjoyed the feeling of the cascading water on her heated flesh. She wouldn’t have mind staying there for at least an hour, but she was eager to see her dad. A little voice pointed out that she wouldn’t mind seeing Logan as well. But she smothered it down. Black or white she wasn’t looking to get involved with anyone. No matter how attracted she was to him.
Shutting off the water, she wrapped a plush towel around her slim form and padded back into her room. She quickly dried herself off and discarded the towel on the chair. Going into the walking closet, she looked for something to wear. She decided on a black, channel slip dress and pulled it on. Smoothing the soft folds down, she pulled the side zipper closed. The dress hugged her soft curves and accentuated her shapely legs. She loved the feeling of the light material swirling at her every move. Looking in the mirror of the armoire, she ran a comb through the tangled mass of shoulder length hair and let it dry in soft curls around her face. A light touch of lipstick and mascara. She slipped on a pair of black, high-heeled sandals. She stood back to survey the result.
Not bad. Not bad at all.
Pushing down a quiver of excitement she left her room.
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