Page 4 of St. Lucia Escapades
As he ate, he covertly continued to study the woman. There was more to his interest than just her being beautiful. Hell, he lived in New York City for crying out loud and as the owner of seven popular bars, he came across beautiful women on a nightly basis. So, what was it about this red-haired beauty that captivated him? Cord was halfway through his meal when he saw her rise from the table, toss down a few bills, then head for the door.
‘Damn, she is a looker. That hair, that body.’Cord thought as he felt his cock start to harden in his shorts.
Moira
Moira had spent the afternoon just wandering around the area. Taking in the vibrancy of the small island. The island truly was a Caribbean jewel. Already, she had a semi game plan for the next day. She was currently walking along the beach toward her condo to grab a quick nap. It was nearly three in the afternoon and the afternoon heat was at its peak. She sighed walking into the coolness of her condo, glad she remembered to close the windows and click on the AC units. Dropping her large straw bag and hat on the sofa, she pulled off her sandals before moving through the living area toward the bedroom. Stripping down to her bra and panties, Moira slipped beneath the cool sheets and felt herself drifting off.
About two hours later, Moira awakened. Sitting up, she stretched her arms over her head noticing the fading light as the sun began its descent. Glancing at her phone on her charging dock, she saw it was nearly five. Pushing the sheets aside, she strode through the bedroom toward the spacious bathroom. Moira turned on the shower before pulling off her bra and panties. She sighed as the hot water cascaded over her, waking her up the rest of the way.
Reaching for her favorite body wash, her mind thought back to the handsome man she had spotted at the restaurant bar earlier that afternoon. Moving the washcloth over her body, she couldn’t stop the delicious and heated images that flickered through her imagination. From what she had seen, he looked to be strong and tall. A whimper escaped her when the soft soap lathered cloth danced over her nipples. God, she needed to be laid. Shaking her head to clear her lustful thoughts, she quickly finished her shower.
Grabbing one of the fluffy towels, she deftly wrapped her hair up turban style before reaching for the other towel to dry off. Once dried, she draped the towel over the rack and walked nude back into the bedroom. Roxi had told her to have fun while on St. Lucia and that was exactly what Moira planned to do. Finding the dress, she had bought specifically for this trip, she carried it from the closet and lay it at the foot of the bed.
Moira slipped from the Uber at the curb of the restaurant. The place wasn’t fully packed yet, but she would wager in an hour and half it would be. She moved to get in line and that’s when she saw him. The man from earlier, standing right in front of her. He was currently dressed in tight jeans that hugged his ass deliciously. His shirt was green right now and he wasn’t wearing his ball cap. Moira licked her lips as she drank him in, hoping he would turn around. As if fate heard her wish, the man turned. His hazel green eyes met and locked on with hers. Then he smiled.
“Hi there,” he said.
“Hi.” Moira grinned, feeling herself fight back a shiver at the sound of his voice.
“You American?”
“Aye, born and raised in D.C. You?”
“Was born in Charlotte, but currently live in New York. Oh, where the hell are my manners. I’m Cord. Cord O’Brien.” Cord replied extending his hand.
“Moira Donovan.” Moira said, placing her hand in his.
Cord frowned a second, “Donovan? Wait a sec, you’re not Moira Donovan the author, are you?”
Moira giggled, “I am.”
“I’ll be damned. What a small world. So, you here alone or…” Cord let the question hang.
“I’m alone. My parents and brother bought this vacation for me as a treat for finishing my latest book. Well, the rough draft anyway.” Moira stated. ‘Why the bloody hell did I tell him that?’
“I’m here alone too. My brother and partner insisted I take a vacation while one of our bars is being renovated. Since I haven’t been on vacation in forever, I figured why not.” Cord said with a shrug. “Would you care to join me?”
Moira was a bit floored. She didn’t know this man, yet she really wanted to keep talking to him. Not to mention he had her feeling rather warm now. Nibbling her bottom lip, she thought it over.
Cord
Cord stood there with bated breath as Moira mulled over her answer. He hoped to God she would say yes. When he had seen her behind him, he just had to talk to her. She was even prettier up close. That gorgeous red hair was pulled up in a high ponytail. She was dressed in a curve hugging dress of kelly green that hooked around her neck, leaving her shoulders bare. The dress stopped about mid-thigh. She wore no makeup, and simple silver hoops at her ears. Then there were her eyes. They were the most amazing shade of blue he had ever seen.
“Well, what do you say? Join me for dinner then maybe dancing at this place I know.” He asked again.
“Aye, alright Cord. I’ll join you.” She answered.
‘Christ that accent of hers.’Cord groaned silently, as he offered her his arm.
She giggled a little before slipping her arm through his. The sound shot straight to his crotch. How the hell did this woman he didn’t know affect him like this? Before he could think of anything to say, they were being led inside and to a table for two on the veranda. Being the gentleman, his mom had raised him to be, he held out her chair for her and helping her sit, before taking his seat across from her.
“It’s refreshing to see that chivalry isn’t completely dead.” She teased.
“My mom raised me and my brother right.” He replied proudly.
They were silent for a few moments as they looked over their menus. Their waiter appeared and both placed their drink and food orders. Once alone again, it was Moira that spoke up, “So, how did you end up from North Carolina to New York?”
“It’s called college.” Cord chuckled. “I went to Columbia and fell in love with the city.”
