Page 82 of Escape To Paradise
“Harper, if you want, I want you to be my new partner in running the restaurant here. It’s going to be open to the public eventually, but we’re going to be serving the tourists, our guests, and the locals. In no particular order.”
I was pleasantly surprised. “Of course! Are you kidding me? I would love to!” I jumped up and hugged Maverick.
I saw Viktor and the other server high-fived.
After our dinner, we thanked our servers for the evening and headed back to the villa, except Maverick wanted us to take a detour to the honeymoon villa.
“Let’s enjoy a bath in the hot tub,” he said.
In the honeymoon suite, Maverick had wine glasses, chilled wine, and chocolates on the table.
“Well, you planned this.” I smiled.
“It’s such a special night. I want you to enjoy it.”
He started the hot tub, and it was bubbling in just a few minutes. We didn’t bring any swimsuit, so we took off our clothes. The water wasn’t too hot, just the right temperature. Maverick handed me a glass of wine, and we sipped in our glasses side by side.
“You’re such a romantic, Maverick. You know how to handle the details.”
“That’s what I do. My mom called me maverick for a reason.”
I leaned closer to him. “You’ve done so much for me. I don’t know how I can ever repay you.”
“All I need, Harper, is your love.”
He leaned to me for a kiss. His kisses were slow, tender, and sweet. We kissed this way for a while until I took his hand, and we emerged from the hot tub. We toweled ourselves dry, and I led him to the lovemaking chaise lounge. It didn’t take Maverick long to get hard as I was stroking his member. As soon as he was hard, I sat on top of him. I held his dick so I could stick it inside my pussy. I humped on him cowgirl style. It was my turn to pleasure him, and I absolutely enjoyed it as he leaned back and steadied my buttocks as I moved up and down his shaft. He moaned as he came inside me.
Maverick wasn’t finished with me. He sat up and carried me to the bedroom. It amazed me how fast he became hard again. This time, it was his turn. He laid me on my back and entered me. He seemed to enjoy thrusting into me nice and slow.
“Oh, Harper,” he said as he thrust deeper and deeper into me with such tenderness and love.
We climaxed together. Satiated from our lovemaking, we collapsed into each other’s arms. I rested my head on his chest and fell asleep to the sound of his light breathing.
Epilogue
One Year Later
I could feel my cellphone buzzing from my back pocket. I knew I was already late for my date with Maverick; he said something about getting me on a sunset cruise. But I was helping Viktor with garnishing our specialty pizza. He had gotten better at making gourmet pizza that he had surpassed my pizza-making skills.
I was supposed to get off work thirty minutes ago, but there was a large birthday party of twenty people, and I felt compelled to help out. Our restaurant, Gusto, a modern Italian restaurant, became the go-to place in Grenada for locals and tourists alike. In fact, a flattering article was written about our restaurant a month ago. The food critic said Gusto was a ‘jewel of a restaurant in paradise.’ Since then, business started to pick up even more.
Maverick’s resort was also expanding. He had purchased more land and added six more private villas. We now have a total of twenty-five private villas that were booked for months. Our resort was rated as one of the best island resorts in the Caribbean. He named the resort Blue Pearl, which was an appropriate name. We hired and trained more staff and provided employment for fifty locals.
The Flamingo also expanded, having another branch in St. Vincent and the Grenadines. I called my taxi driver, Jim, who gave me good contacts and references to help set up The Flamingo 2. The were plans of expanding all the way to St. Lucia for The Flamingo 3.
Maverick and I had been busy traveling back and forth to St. Vincent and the Grenadines, St. Lucia, and back to Grenada.
I took off my apron, went to our villa, and changed into a white flowing dress. Maverick told me to meet him at the dock, which was a twenty-minute drive away. I drove his Porsche. When I got there, he was standing by the dock, in front of a catamaran.
Maverick was wearing a button-down, pastel-colored cotton shirt and shorts. He smiled as he saw me coming.
“Are we late?” I asked.
“No, we’re not. You’re just on time.”
It was 4 p.m., and we still had plenty of time for the sunset cruise. Before we boarded, Maverick told me to look at the boat’s name. I looked up and saw the boat’s name: The Harper.
“That’s a coincidence. You found a boat named after me? You’re funny,” I said.
