As I walked along the strip in Dutch St. Maarten with my friend Shyon, I saw him drive past in his black BMW X6. It was a beautiful car and I couldn’t help but notice him turning around to get a good look at me. As the hot summer sun pelted down on our skin, I secretly hoped he would stop and offer us a lift. Shyon and I looked at each other and smiled, my heart doing flips as I crushed on the good looking stranger. My eyes followed his jeep until it turned the corner.
Then, out of the corner of my eye, I saw the black car returning and as he pulled up, he introduced himself as Chad. “It’s a bit hot today for you two to be walking. Where are you heading?” he asked with a smile.
I smiled back and replied, “We’re heading into town.”
“Come on, I’ll take you,” he said, motioning for us to get in. I got into the front while Shyon jumped into the back. As we drove off, we told him our names as he progressed to ask us what we were going into town for and how long we had been on the island. I told him that we were on vacation, but that we were both from another nearby island.
As the conversation went on, he turned and asked, “Do you ladies want to join me for lunch”? Before I could answer, Shyon jumped in and said, “No problem!”
“My friend has a restaurant up there at the marina where they have some really great food. That’s actually where I was headed,” said Chad. We pulled up to the marina and it was absolutely beautiful, complete with luxury boats lining the dock. I felt so privileged.
I had just been thinking that my trip was a waste of time, having been there two months with no one who excited me, and that’s when Chad came along—talk about perfect timing. I liked his spontaneity.
I had told Chad that I was in town on vacation, but really I packed up and left home so that I wouldn’t have to face my abusive boyfriend, Lex, again. If I played my cards right, Chad could be my ticket out of that horrible relationship.
As Chad stepped out of the car, he stood tall at well over six feet. He was wearing skintight faded black jeans (I could see the bulge) and a white shirt with the two top buttons undone, exposing a bit of his toned chest. At 19 years my senior, he was very sexy. He sent shock waves through me and I knew instantly that I wanted him. And I knew I was going to have him. He was so handsome, with golden caramel skin, brown eyes, and dark curly hair.
We walked along the dock to the entrance of the restaurant and were greeted by his friend. As we approached, the other gentleman asked, “Where did you find these two angels? I hope you know he’s a bad boy and that I’m the good one.”
We all chuckled as Chad introduced us to his friend, Peter. He led us to a table for four and asked, “What are you having to drink?”
I ordered a fruit punch, while Shyon and the other man had merlot. His friend was curious about how we met and found it so funny that we just met along the strip. “Only you, Chad, only you,” he joked. It seemed Chad had a reputation for being a bad boy, but I didn’t care. After all, I always liked sophisticated bad boys who could hold their own, and who were aggressive in bed—and Chad looked like he fit the bill perfectly.