It was a freak storm and wasn't going to last long, according to the weather reports. Her bulldog made his way to the window and jumped to put his paws on the sill. He sniffed the glass and looked out to the ocean. He spotted something making its way towards the restaurant and barked.
"Flower of the Caribbean, my fucking ass," I grumbled under my breath as I struggled to walk against the howling wind and driving rain.
I spotted a dwelling through my stinging, wind and rain battered eyes. A light flickered in one of the windows. The power was out; someone had to have lit the candle. I continued towards the dwelling, against the howling wind and rain. In hopes of taking shelter there till the storm passed.
Her bulldog barked louder and wagged his stubby tail in excitement as I got closer.
She walked to her dog and looked to see what he was barking at. She saw a tall figure struggling to walk against the wind and rain towards her restaurant.
"Fucking tourists," she whispered under her breath and ran behind the bar to grab a flashlight. She ran back to the window, shushed her dog and turned the flashlight on and off, in hopes that the stranger would see it and make his way towards the beacon.
I saw the light and raised my arms, letting whoever was signaling me know that I was making my way to them. She ran upstairs and grabbed a few towels, so that the stranger could dry off when he arrived. When she got back to the window I was twenty feet away from the entrance. She squinted and wiped the condensation off the window to get a better look at me. My white t-shirt and shorts made it appear as if I was cutting my way through the near black skies and water.
"Strom Rider," she smiled and whispered to herself as she watched me power my way through the storm towards her.
I made it to the restaurant's front door; she quickly opened it and shouted at me to get inside. Her bulldog barked and ran behind the bar.
"Foolish white boy!" she scolded me in what sounded like a Creole accent as she handed me a towel.
"Thank you," I said to her as I dried my face.
She was dressed in a skimpy yellow bikini top and baggy yellow shorts, that covered the top half of her shapely thighs.
"For the towel or for calling you foolish?" she smiled. "Don't thank me, thank my dog. He spotted you walking in the storm."
"Thanks to you both," I smiled.
"I have no food, the power is out and I cook everything fresh here," she informed me in an almost apologetic tone.
I laughed and replied, "I've only been in the storm for five minutes."
"What possibly could have possessed you to be out there? I'm sure the hotel provided you enough information on the storm," she shook her head as she spoke.
"The storm was supposed to be hours away. I decided to go for a run along the beach and got caught in it when it arrived early," I replied as I studied her face.
Her skin was honey brown in color. She had long, tightly curled brown hair that was pulled back in a ponytail. I studied her eyes closely; she had two different colored eyes. Her left eye was bluish grey and right eye was a light, greenish brown. I stared deeper in to her eyes; we remained staring at each other and silent, longer than what we both should have been comfortable with for just having met. Neither one of us felt uncomfortable with the silence or the staring.
She smiled, "Heterochromia."
This time, I picked up a slight English accent in her voice.
"I can see that," I laughed.
She chuckled and replied, "You are foolish and funny."
Her bulldog barked and stuck his head out from behind the end of the bar.
"I should thank your dog also," I said as I squatted to the floor and extended a hand to the dog.
She crossed her arms and informed me, "He is very shy around new people. Give him time to warm up to you."
"What's his name," I asked her as I looked over her toned, slim legs.
"Poseidon," she replied and snickered.
"Of course it is," I smiled.
"So, what brings you to, Martinique?" she coyly asked me when she noticed me staring at her legs.
I stood up, pointed to the window and replied, "The balmy, tropical weather of your beautiful Island."
She laughed as she stared at my torso. My t-shirt was soaked and clung to my toned body. Moisture began to build up between her legs.
"You've met Poseidon, I'm Angelique," she smiled and extended her hand.
I shook her hand and replied, "A pleasure to meet the both of you. I'm Gil."
"I must admit, Gil, you were quite the impressive sight to look at, making your way here. I was sure the winds were going to knock you over," she smiled, "I've seen the wind knock over bigger men with well-seasoned sea legs."
I stared at her and thought to myself, “You would be a spectacular sight stepping out of my shower.”
"I didn't feel very impressive, Angelique. And please accept my apologies for the nasty names I called your beautiful island, as I made my way to you," I laughed.
She laughed and motioned me to the bar, "Let me get you a drink. Have a seat and talk to me for a while. The storm is not going away any time soon, so you're stuck with me for as long as it lasts."
"I can think of many fates worse than that, Angelique," I said to her and winked.
She lowered her head and smiled, "I bet you say that to all the girls, Gil."
"Only to the girls that are brave enough to call me foolish," I chuckled.
I walked to the bar and sat down. Poseidon came around the bar and sniffed at my leg.
I reached down and rubbed behind his ear, "Good boy, Poseidon," I said to him.
Angelique poured two glasses of rum as she spoke to me, "Looks like Poseidon is impressed with you also. I've never seen 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.