Salsa Heat (2 page)

“Ma’am—”

Shay dropped the phone on the cradle, cutting off the man’s response. She turned to find Michael had put on his briefs.

“I want you out of here!”

“Shay, please…”

“If you want to risk our relationship on that wanton woman, you can sleep with
her
for the remainder of the trip! There is no way you’re
ever
touching this again,” she said, pointing to her pussy.

§

Hours later, after all the madness with the hotel manager and security, Michael and his things were finally escorted out of the hotel. Shay was disillusioned by love. She gazed out of the resort’s window and stared at the tranquility of the ocean as the memories of her very first visit to the island and to the Almond Morgan Bay Beach Resort as it ran through her mind. She and her two cousins,
Nia
and Tatiana, took a seven-day Caribbean cruise aboard a luxury ship. They flew into San Juan, Puerto Rico, and for six days, the ship docked at different port. The last stop was the
best
of the entire cruise. They were only on the island of St. Lucia for eight hours; so for two hours, they shopped for souvenirs for their family and friends. The remaining time they wanted to hit the beach. Someone from town recommended that resort, and a group of them from the ship piled into two taxi vans to take them there. They even arranged a pickup. In four hours, they were on their way back to the ship.

The Almond Morgan Bay Beach Resort was small, but impressive, nevertheless. It sat right
on
the beach.  Shay tipped across the marble floor because she didn’t want to scratch it with the heels on her sandals. In awe, she stopped in front of the marble front desk, mesmerized by the largest fish tank she’d ever seen mounted on the wall. Exotic fish, her favorite bicolor Angelfish, Butterfly fish, and Cinnamon Clownfish swam around the tank, each fighting for tiny bites of food. She had always wanted to invest in a saltwater fish tank, but found in her research that it was expensive and time-consuming. Shay was fascinated watching the fish, until Tatiana dragged her into the restroom to change into their bathing suits. They then followed the path that led straight down to the beach, acting like they were paying guests at the resort.

Her first impression of the beach and the ocean was that they were breathtaking—reminding her of a panoramic scene on a postcard. The turquoise ocean looked delicious and inviting. The sand was fine and reminded her of powdered sugar. It was hot to her feet and free of debris, unlike the beaches in Philly.

This is paradise!
Shay kept telling herself.

Shay ran into the ocean and played like she was a five-year-old child. The water was warm and soothing against her skin. She lost herself in it, diving and following the exotic fish. Three hours later,
Nia
and Tatiana literally dragged Shay out of the water because the cruise ship was leaving the port in two hours.

Time had moved much too quickly for Shay.

She cried in the restroom. Grudgingly, she towel dried her body, and slipped back into her clothes. Her heart was heavy; she had fallen in love with the island of St. Lucia, and promised herself she would return. Her next trip to the island of St. Lucia would be on an airplane, and she’d check into the Almond Morgan Bay Beach Resort for at least seven days.

This
was
that
vacation.

Three years later, Shay and her boyfriend, Michael, checked into the Almond Morgan Bay Beach Resort. They hit The Pulse Club the evening of their arrival, and that was her first chance to check out the beach. While she was sunning, Michael was fucking that tramp.

The knock on the door brought Shay out of her musings.

“Shay, come on, Boo. You know that woman didn’t mean anything to me!” Michael hollered from outside of her door. “It’s been you and me these past three years,” he whined.

“I’m supposed to forgive your infidelity and insensitivity to my feelings?”

“Shay, she crawled into the bed. Kissed and licked my back. I turned onto my back and she took my dick into her mouth. I thought she was you, Boo!”

“She looks nothing like me, Michael!” This proved how trifling he really was.

“I know. I know. But, I was too far gone to stop her.”

“I don’t need a stroke-by-stroke description. If you don’t get away from my door I’ll call security and have you permanently banned from this hotel!”

“I’m leaving, but this isn’t over, Shay. I’ll give you some time to calm down.”

“Time won’t fix this. It’s over, Michael! I’m done! Go back to your trick!” Shay yelled back.

Nia
and Tatiana had wanted her to dump Michael years ago. This was an eye-opening experience that left Shay reeling. She was finished with Michael. From then on, she would control her own destiny.

§

Shay wanted sex—meaningless, hot torrential sex!

That night, she returned to The Pulse Club without Michael—dressed scandalously, in a red mini dress that screamed that she was hunting for a
sexual
escapade. There was very little fabric covering her caramel flesh. The sleeveless dress outlined her firm breasts and cut dangerously across her flat abdomen. It scooped low down her back, and hugged all of her feminine curves. It was supposed to be a surprise for Michael; but now, she wasn’t going to allow him to spoil the rest of her vacation. She used the dress for another purpose: as a seduction tool.

An hour later, three business suit-clad men sauntered into the club while she was planted at the bar, guzzling her third glass of Rum Punch. A dark-haired, violet-eyed gent sat across from her. Even from where Shay sat, she saw the color of his eyes was hypnotizing.

He carried himself with a commanding air of self-confidence, and she wanted a taste of him.

§

Linden David Stewart, CEO of Stewart International, along with two of his employees, entered The Pulse Club to unwind with a drink. He’d just signed the biggest deal for the company since his father stepped down as CEO over fourteen months ago. Linden had worked his butt off, proving to his dad that he hadn’t made a mistake choosing him to run the family’s business. His father, David Stewart Sr., retired to spend more time with his wife. However, he remained as chairman of the board, and Linden’s boss.

Linden spotted the caramel beauty seated at the bar the moment he entered the club. That part of his body came to life when he brushed past her on his way to their table.

What is the name of that scent she’s wearing?
he
silently asked himself.

It had a fruity scent. Blackberry came to his mind—sweet, scrumptious, and sensuous—like the woman seated at the bar. Linden wanted an even closer view of her curvaceous body. He wanted to ride her until she hollered his name, and he released his seed in her succulent core.

“Linden, do you want your usual?” Thurston Taylor Chandler Jr. asked him for the second time. Everyone called him by his last name, Chandler.

He snapped out of his musing and ordered a double Scotch. The auburn-haired waitress standing over Linden was dressed in a skimpy top exposing 40 DD breasts. Her short skirt stopped at the crack of her plump ass. She smiled seductively down at Linden.

He didn’t notice the waitress, because his eyes were still fastened on the woman seated at the bar. She captivated him.

Trina, the waitress shook her hips as she strutted away, knowing that her ample figure was tempting the men at the table.

Chandler’s intense, blue eyes followed the exotic Caribbean waitress, who wore hardly any clothes.

“Give me one Scotch, no water, and two Coronas,” Trina said to the bartender. She turned back to stare at their table. The violet-eyed gent interested Trina.

“Linden, you seem miles away. Are you all right?” inquired Chandler.

“I just need to unwind from our meeting with the Prime Minister,” Linden said to Chandler, the vice president of sales, who was also his best friend since the sixth grade.

Peter Andrew, his assistant said, “what you need boss is to get laid!”

“Yes, I’m in agreement!” Chandler chimed in. His eyes scanned the club to scope out the offerings. “There are plenty of beauties here tonight.”

Linden laughed at their suggestion. That certain part of his body hardened at the mention of feeling a woman’s soft hands, other than his own kneading and stroking his erection until it burst. He hadn’t been laid in over a year. Not since he began his reign at Stewart International. All of his concentration has been on bringing in new clients for the business, reducing expenses, and making a profit.

§

The calypso music was pumping. Steel brass drums played Shay’s song, and she boldly danced over to their table. Using her hips, she bumped the dark haired man against the shoulder.

Linden’s eyes slid over her clinging red dress—stopping at the center of her femininity. His gaze slid down her caramel thighs and back up to her shimmering hazel eyes.

“Dance with me,” Shay commanded. The look of unbridled lust filled her eyes.

Motioning with her hips, Shay extended her arms out, inviting him to follow her. He didn’t hesitate. Awestruck by her antics, he eased out of his chair with his long, lean legs, and followed her onto the dance floor.

“Go get her, Linden. Taste some of that caramel delight,” Chandler and Peter urged.

Shay wasn’t offended by his friend’s words; after all, she had changed her game plan. She’d never tried
vanilla
and tonight
anything
was game!

The rum punch had already warmed Shay’s insides, loosened her inhibited soul, and she created
quite
a show as she rocked and swayed to the Caribbean beat. Her booty gyrated against the ever-growing tent in Linden’s pants.

The music
finally
slowed to allow them to hold one another, and his fingers slid sensuously over her bare arms—pulling her snug against his body.

Linden exuded masculinity, a hard, muscular chest, and tight abs. He had
everything
Shay wanted in a man. Their hands intertwined, and their bodies fit perfectly—causing friction toward the center of their sex.

Shay gazed into his eyes. His sparkling violet eyes were clear one minute and smoldering the next.

“What is the name of the perfume you’re wearing?” he asked in a deep and sensual southern drawl, sending a ripple of awareness through her.

“I’m wearing Blackberry cologne. Do you like?”

“Yes, I do,” Linden said, his nose sliding closer for a deeper sniff.

“I like your scent, too. As a matter of fact I want to
taste
you,” she said in a silky-velvety voice that ran all over him like melted butter.

“Oh God…what are you doing to me?” he murmured into her ear.

“What am
I
doing to
you?
” Shay cooed back into his ear, blew against his neck, and licked his pulse point—now throbbing from his excitement.

“We’re being
watched
.”

“Let them watch.” She trailed kisses from her hot, ripened lips up his smooth neck.

“You’re so
hot!
”

“And
you’re
so
ready
.”

Shay’s hands slid between them and stroked his ever-growing member.

“Come-to-my-suite,” he groaned, stumbling over his words, as she suddenly grabbed his jewel, and gently squeezed it.