I got out of bed carefully, so as not to wake Marie. The last thing I wanted was for my girlfriend to start questioning me about where I was going. It had taken four good orgasms and a sleeping pill in her wine, but she’d finally fallen asleep. Being the boyfriend of a beautiful madam with an ultra-high sex drive was fun, but not an easy job. When it came to sex, Marie was more like a dude than any woman I’d ever met. She wanted it when she wanted it, and that seemed to be all the time. Since I’d been released from prison six months ago, we’d end up doing it two or three times a day—four, if I’d let her. Now, don’t get me wrong. I was flattered that she loved the dick, and the * was outstanding, but there were other motives behind her trying to drain every drop out of me. Marie wanted to have my baby, and getting pregnant had become her top priority. Not that I was putting up any stop signs. I loved the idea of having a kid too.
I slipped on a black wife beater, pants, and sneakers, along with a white button-down shirt that I kept open, before heading out of the hotel room toward the elevator. It was quarter to one, which meant I only had four and a half hours of darkness left to accomplish my real mission in Saint Martin. I’d already spent two days more than I should have away from home. By now I was sure Sasha had given the old man the postcard Minister Farah had given to me. Pop hadn’t blown up my phone or sent anyone down to stop me, so he must have approved of, or at least accepted, my plan of action.
I stepped off the elevator and was greeted by a very attractive, exotic-looking, short-haired sister behind the front desk. I’d caught her sneaking a peek a few times when I was with Marie over the past few days. Now that Marie wasn’t with me, there was no shame to this woman’s game. Her gaze followed me from my first step off the elevator, so I thought it only right that I returned the favor, locking eyes with her. By the time I reached the counter, the poor woman looked like she was about to melt.
“Good evening, Mr. Duncan. You’re up rather late.” She spoke in the heavy Caribbean accent that made my blood hot. “Can’t sleep?”
“I’ve got a lot on my mind. Thought I’d put the top down and take a drive along the coast. It’s a full moon tonight.”
“It is. Too bad I don’t get off for another hour, or I’d take that ride with you.”
I chuckled. “I don’t think my companion upstairs would appreciate that.”
“Her name is not on the reservation. Yours is,” she said, her voice dripping with sensuality. “The hotel management has made it very clear that you’re a VIP on the presidential level, so my job is to make sure you have the best experience this resort can offer. And I’m very good at my job.” She gave me a smile that could have tempted an angel. No beating around the bush for this Caribbean chocolate drop.
“Oh, I can only imagine. But I’m good for right now.”
“Okay, then,” she said, not hiding her disappointment. “How else can I help you tonight?”
“There should be a package down here for me.” I handed her a luggage receipt.
She typed something into a computer then nodded. “Yes. Just give me a moment to retrieve it.” As she turned and walked away, I couldn’t help but follow her perfectly round ass as it went through the door. If I didn’t have a woman like Marie upstairs, I would have loved to play in her playground.
A few minutes later, she returned with an oversized briefcase. “Is this what you were expecting?”
“That’s it,” I said, taking the case from her. “Thank you.”