Read The Accidental Mistress Online
Authors: Sienna Mynx
Tags: #Erotica, #bwwm, #Contemporary Romance, #multicultural romance, #african american erotica, #adult romance, #african american romance, #sensual romance
Christophe ate, smiling at the band.
Thoughts of Zuri burned away all others. He searched for her in the
crowd of diners. She wasn't there, but he had hopes she would
appear soon.
"Une boisson?"
A tawny beauty in a yellow bikini with her body
and face brushed in gold raised a wooden jug. She batted her eyes
at him and began to pour.
"It's called ti-punch, cousin," Elliot
leaned over and shouted into his ear "It's a mixture of sugar-cane
syrup and home grown rum. They love it here."
Christophe frowned at the drink poured to
the rim of his mug. Elliot’s familiarity with the food and customs
spoke to his flagrant disregard for responsibility. He wondered how
many trips had his cousin made to Martinique prior to this visit.
Christophe glanced over at his cousin who was rocking side to side
and working his neck to the music. Elliot gulped down big swallows
of the ti-punch then elbowed him to try it. Christophe picked up
the celebration mug and smacked it against Elliot's in a toast then
tossed back his first drink. The sweet and sour burned, then
soothed as it went down. He found it hard to deny the rest and
drank from the mug until it was dry.
"See, it's awesome, isn't it?" Elliot
nodded. He grabbed the jug and poured more. Christophe relaxed. He
was working himself up for nothing. Zuri wasn't his conquest and
this place was like any other. He'd offer her a little guidance,
try to make amends for being a dick before, and then be on his way.
Maybe get a little sun while he was at it. He hadn't taken a
vacation in years. He ate until his belly was full. With sweet rum
lacing his tongue he found a new appreciation for the food.
Everything was so colorful mixed with the fragrance of the Chilean
spices a couple of deep inhales set his senses on fire. Red
snapper, lobster, urchin, crayfish and octopus were just a few.
Christophe reached in a piled more on his plate.
"What are you thinking?" Elliot asked.
"Coming here might have been a good idea
after all."
"Because you want to buy the place?"
Christophe frowned. "Why do you keep pushing
me to buy it? From what I can tell, you enjoy this island
regardless if we own a hotel here or not."
"That's not the point," Elliot snapped
back.
"Tell me what the point is."
Elliot blushed and averted his gaze. He
shrugged. "Nothing, I, ah, hey... it's about to get interesting.
Watch this."
Christophe glanced over to
the band singer who concluded his song. The drums and tambourines
shook frantically then slowed in pace to a low seductive rhythmic
beat.
Was she going to appear now?
Instead of Zuri a troupe of dancers ran in
screaming and blowing whistles from either side of the outside
patio through the tables to the dance floor. They wore decorative
hats of devils, she-devils, and ghouls in bright gold and red,. The
feathers to their hips, arms, and calves shook as their bodies,
slick with oil, moved with suggestive harmony.
"Wooohooo!!" Elliot cheered.
Christophe watched, mesmerized. The women
from the lightest to the darkest shades of brown paraded before him
gyrating with the lower halves of their bodies. Elliot slammed his
hand on the table several times beating out his excitement.
Unfortunately, his antics drew unwanted attention to them both. The
girls responded by dancing for his pleasure, some with each other.
Elliot drooled like a fat man at an all you can eat buffet.
"Finally, something shuts you up,"
Christophe chuckled.
"I can't... they are so beautiful. I can't
take it," Elliot babbled.
Christophe shook his head. He decided to
finish meal to keep the erection from stirring in his pants. The
show was entertaining, the women were beautiful, and the music was
the added bonus. But secretly, he had hoped to spend the night
making peace with Zuri, not being entertained by himself. As the
dancers worked the party into a frenzied excitement, many dispersed
between the tables of spectators to grab the hands of men and women
and bring them to the dance floor.
"You want to know why I want this hotel?
Look around. Fucking love this island, Christophe. This is where I
want to retire," Elliot grinned. He got up from his seat, grabbed
his mug of ti-punch and downed another big swallow. Christophe
reclined in his chair, mildly amused, as Elliot strutted out to the
dance floor. Two beautiful girls flocked to him immediately. A tall
leggy woman with petite breasts and wide hips worked her body
against his front, and a shorter curvy woman rubbed up against him
from the back. Elliot held his hands up over his head moving as if
he was born to the custom.
Christophe sighed. He cast
his eyes over to the watching members of the staff. There was
masked contempt staring back.
No wonder
they think we're raiders; he's acting like a complete jackass. I've
been tried and convicted as just the same.
He drank more and more of the punch with the vibrant sexual
display of debauchery before him. Tourists and locals were
embracing, rubbing, grinding against each other on the dance floor.
The sea breeze whipped through the large light lanterns causing
them to bounce on their wires and the air was filled with laughter
and singing. As the hour crept on, there was still no sighting of
Zuri.
Christophe contemplated leaving once more.
It was then he realized how much he looked forward to seeing her
again. The band concluded it's set, and many returned to their
seats. But the band was just warming up. The drummer gave a low
sultry stroke of his palms to the drums. The beating began to
rumble through the crowd as the synthesizer a man in dreds picked
up-tempo.
"Whew! I'm having both of them tonight,"
Elliot said, dropping in his chair next to him.
Before Christophe could respond, another
singer stepped the microphone. She asked the Oasis to prepare for
the Carnival Queen and their beloved Queen Mother. Many heads
turned to the beach. The wait wasn't long. Joi emerged from the
steps that lead to the sands. She was decoratively adorned in
purple. Her bikini was suggestive in all the right places. Her hips
swayed and the feathers circling her waist fluttered. Her arms,
breasts, torso and legs were dusted with purple glitter. She walked
through the diners and bowed graciously before their table. Her
headdress was a purple and green fan to the back of her head with a
band that stopped with a jeweled point to her forehead. Her curly
locks were streaked in purple and green as well. His heart began to
beat madly in his chest. His throat went dry. Even though Joi was a
vision, he knew Zuri would be even more. He was right. Zuri
strolled in from the beach entrance with her arms extended
gracefully through the crowd of diners. She wore a silver string
bikini. It tied around her neck, leaving triangular silver swaths
of fabric to cover one-third of her large proud breasts. When she
approached, they jutted upward and bounced in perfection. Her small
waist added rounded definition to her curvy hips with feathers
swaying with her seductive approach. She was devastatingly
beautiful. The makeup around her eyes was like a painted on mask. A
deep liquid brown, they glistened under her long lashes.
Christophe sat forward.
She continued toward him.
Her brown skin was brushed with sliver
glitter, and her ankles were cuffed in decorative bracelets, as
were her wrists. Zuri kept her gaze trained on him as she crossed
the small dance floor in bare feet. She winked. Christophe smiled.
Zuri turned to face an adoring crowd.
The plump perfection of her ass was in view.
The bikini bottom slipped into the crease of her buttocks, and made
him want to bite his bottom lip to hold back the moan deep in his
throat. She was a tiny thing with the body of a goddess. Her hair
was a riot of dark brown curls picked out into an extravagant cloud
around her face and streaked in silver. Her headdress was twice the
size as Joi's but equally as decorative. She turned slowly for the
crowd and gave him a suggestive smile. There was no mistaking the
challenge sparkling in her eyes. Could he deny what her beauty
stirred in him? As if he ever could. She was vastly different than
the beauty he met in the bar of a Chicago hotel. And Christophe was
certain she wanted him to know it.
Christophe’s eyes swept the others and
noticed the men all saw what he saw. A possessive urge to cover her
and carry her away overcame him, and he felt his body tense the
ticks in his jaw as he fought to remain seated. His gaze returned
to her face. Her features were delicate with a small pert nose. Her
lips were full and tempting, slicked with shimmery rose-colored
gloss. Christophe desired those lips on him, covering his cock with
sweet love bites. He ached to have her soft tiny body beneath him
with her large breasts brushing his chest and her silky thighs
wrapped around his waist. He tried to shake that vision from his
head. But when the music began to play, and she began to move, he
was done.
Dusky brown beauties raced to the dance
floor to dance with her. Zuri’s movements made them all fade away.
She dropped her hands to her hips and shook everything before him
as the drummer matched her rhythmically. His cock jumped in the
seat of his pants as blood sizzled with fiery heat through his
veins. She made things worst by dancing with the other ladies a
round about fashion that gave him another view of her beautiful
backside. As if she heard his inner beast howling, she lifted her
ass and rolled it for him. He sucked in a strained breath as his
pulse-rate pounded in his ears. The celebratory dance came to an
end. People cheered, and Zuri bowed. She walked over to the table.
Christophe was out of his seat to assist.
"That was one helluva entrance!" Elliot
panted, standing too close behind him. Christophe shoved him back
with his elbow. Elliot tried to go for Joi but she took her seat
and dismissed his offer of assistance.
Zuri remained shy and gracious as she
accepted her crowning chair, which contradicted her dance moves. He
helped her to her seat. A staff member removed her crown and the
small cape on her shoulders. Joi was seated on the other side of
Elliot. She had been one of the dancers, but it wasn't until now
that Christophe noticed.
"Enjoying yourself?” she asked.
"I am now," Christophe confessed.
Zuri gave a flirty laugh
that made desire burn through him like a blowtorch. She fanned
herself, eyeing the food. "Have you sampled the
lambi
? It’s my favorite of JP's.
"
"
Lambi
?"
"Conch... yes, now the
secret is you must boil it until it's tender. JP then minces it up
into a batter that makes fritters. Here, try some. " She forked a
small fried ball of
lambi
and brought it to his lips. Christophe opened his
mouth and accepted the sample. There was a pepper flavor, with the
taste of cucumber, tomato, and onion mixed with the sweet tender
flesh of conch. He liked it a lot.
"Aha, so you do have good taste," Zuri
smiled.
"It's good. I usually don't like anything
fried, but it is good."
"Well there's plenty more where that came
from. Eat, Christophe. Enjoy yourself."
"Trust me. I am."
Zuri wasn't sure if her
plan would work. God knows she had never tried this hard at
seducing a man, especially since part of her had been stirred by
the lust she saw in his eyes. She was grateful her brown skin
shielded the heat flaming her cheeks after her dancing.
Vaval
is a common
celebration and her dancing was nothing shocking to her people, but
she saw that look in his eyes. She knew what they once shared, and
Christophe had now been reminded of those times with vivid
clarity.
He looked sexy as hell too and his
aftershave reminded her of the stubble on his cheek when it once
brushed hers as he pleased her between her thighs. Zuri gave him a
sideways once over. The white shirt on his tanned skin made the
blue in his eyes pop at her when he caught her peeking under her
lashes. Zuri immediately looked to the dancers entertaining the
crowds. She sipped her ti-punch too fast, and stifled a cough, with
her fist to her mouth. She let her gaze rove everywhere but his
face, only to be pulled back to those beautiful blue eyes when he
spoke.
"I think I've found another favorite drink.
Not a rum man but this ti-punch is delicious."
She reached for the jug and filled his mug,
then hers. "It's served with everything here on the island. I never
really had a taste for alcohol, but you already know that don't
you."
Their eyes locked. The corner of his mouth
curled up into a smile. His power over her was so subtle with its
promises of wild passion that she didn't even realize she was
grinning.
Take it slow, Zuri. You want to soften the
man up, make him desire you enough to give you what you want, but
don't you dare take it any place beyond that. Remember what
happened the last time.
She sipped her ti-punch again to keep from
speaking. She felt a light tap on her shoulder. Elliot leaned over
and whispered in her ear. "As the Queen Mother, Joi says I must get
your blessing to dance with her. So may I?"
Zuri looked at Joi who shook her head no
behind Elliot's head. She laughed. "Sure."
Joi rolled her eyes. When Elliot shot her
sister his wicked grin, she rose in defeat and took him by the hand
to the dance floor. Zuri knew Joi would make him pay dearly for his
request.
"Your cousin doesn't know what he's in for,"
Zuri chuckled. She and Christophe watched as Joi untied the purple
silk scarf from around her arm and blindfolded Elliot. The drumming
increased and many dancers left the floor. The crowd cheered Elliot
on, and he grinned broadly.