Temptation Island

Chapter 12: Kelendria

I didn't know whether to think Ashanti was off her rocker for hooking us up with these young boys we didn't know or to thank her. Because I definitely needed some hot excitement in my life. And Andre was proving to be just that. His whole chest was covered in tattoos, and he wore his hair cut short and faded on the sides. I was even feeling the crisp lineup he had going on. He was fine as hell, that was for sure. I didn't even care that he was younger than me. Hell, if Stella could get her groove back, so could I.

My arms wrapped around his waist as we sped over the waves on one of the jet skis. As I squealed in joy, I couldn't help but to cop a few feels of his bare upper half. He was solid, and I couldn't help but to wonder how strong he was. As it happened, I didn't have to wonder about that for much longer. Right at that moment, Andre hit a wave so powerful that it knocked both of us off of the jet ski.

"Oh, my God, Kelendria!"

I couldn't tell which one of my friends had just shouted for me. I was too busy flailing around, trying to stay above water. Although it was clear, there was still only so far my eyes could see under me. I had terrible visions of Jaws coming and feasting on me.

Andre swam over and grabbed on to me, holding firm. He swam with me in tow all the way back to the jet ski and hoisted me up like I was but a hundred pounds. When he climbed on, I wrapped my arms tightly around his waist and rested my head on his back.

"Okay, that killed it for me! I am so over this," I said.

"Are you ready to go back to the boat already?" he asked.

"Yes! After that I need a drink. You do have drinks, don't you?"

"At the bar on the yacht. What about your friends?"

I turned my head to look at them and saw that they were having a good time on the water. No need to make them suffer because I was over it. "They seem to be getting along okay without me. Plus, I need to use the little girls' room."

He nodded and turned the jet ski in the direction of the yacht. Once there, he helped me on board and pointed me in the direction of the bathroom. I really didn't have to go. I just wanted to make sure the lace on my install was still glued down firmly. After making sure I was still eye candy, I made my way out to the bar. Andre was already there with an unopened bottle of champagne and two empty glasses.

He gave me a lighthearted smile, but I knew he was serious. And I couldn't blame him. The same way we were being cautious with them I was sure they were being with us. I grabbed a glass and held it out to him after he popped open the bottle so he could pour me some. I wasn't a fan of champagne, but it would have to do. We sat down together on one of the white couches, and I downed the entire glass in record time. The sooner I felt the buzz, the better.

"So tell me more about yourself, Kelendria. Besides the fact that you like to drink."

I had to laugh because with the way I had gulped that champagne, I must have looked like an alcoholic. I definitely wasn't. "I'm sorry. I guess maybe I'm a little nervous."

"Nervous about what? Me?" he asked innocently.

That wasn't it. Or maybe it was. Something about being so close to him was making my stomach do flips. The last time that happened I was sexually frustrated at a frat party and ended up sleeping with two frat brothers. And right then with Andre, I knew my stomach was flipping for the very same reason. Christian had sent me on vacation hornier than ever, and right then Andre was looking like the perfect person to take my frustration out on.

"So?" he asked, interrupting my unsavory thoughts.

"Huh?"

"You're supposed to be telling me more about you."