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The top of it pushed her breasts together and it flared out at her hips, her thighs spilling elegantly out the bottom. It hugged her petite, full curves. She looked like a goddess.
    "Wonderful!" he exclaimed finally, clapping his large black hands together and tearing his gaze away to look at me. "And you, sir?"
    "Andrew Smith. Pleasure to meet you, Bastian." I rose, swayed a tiny bit but managed not to fall. I shook his hand. It was a firm shake. What I expected from a man his size. "Everything is superb," I complimented. "They're lucky to have you here. Where did they find you?" I asked. I sat back down and felt my face flush as I realized what an ass I'd just been. The man wasn't there for banter. He was there for business.
    He chuckled, a low, rolling laugh. "Thank-you, sir. You're very kind.
I
found them, in a way. I have the privilege of owning a small share in the place. It was part of the deal."
    "You didn't learn to cook like this here though, did you?" I realized too late what a snob I'd sounded like. "I didn't mean..."
    I saw Samantha shooting daggers at me from across the table with her eyes. I reached for my water and took a gulp.
    He just chuckled again and waved my discomfort away. "You're too kind. I did study at Adge for some time. I came back to the island because this is my home." He smiled. An honest smile.
    "Fascinating," I replied. I steadied myself with a hand on the table and glanced at Samantha again. She was shaking her head, her blonde tresses bobbing on either side of it.
    I looked at Bastian again as he began talking to Samantha. He was a well-built man, obviously well educated and well spoken. He was exactly the kind of man I imagined her with. Exactly the kind of man I could see myself watching, as he pressed between her legs.
    Suddenly, my fantasy welled within me.
    The thought sent a thrill through me that made my cock jump.
    "Would you join us for a while?" I blurted. I realized too late that I'd interrupted him mid-sentence.
    Samantha skewered me with a glare.
    "That is very gracious, but I must see to the other guests. I am glad you are enjoying the meal. Please accept a digestif with my compliments," he said, smiling politely.
    I knew I'd fucked it all up. I was drunk, but not so drunk I couldn't salvage the situation. I knew that if my fantasy was to be realized,
this
was the man I wanted it realized with.
    After another gulp of wine, I felt very brave. "I'll trade that in for a shared meal sometime? We're here for a week?"
    His expression changed. Almost as if the suggestion had flustered him.
    "Andrew, the man's obviously busy," Samantha interrupted, trying to save me from myself.
    "Thank-you, very much, for the invitation," Bastian replied, "I wouldn't want to impose..."
    Something inside me twisted a little. The way he was standing over her. His mass was so imposing. It made my cock stiffen even more. I needed this.
    "I insist," I ordered. For added emphasis, I pounded the table with a fist. Just a bit louder than I'd intended.
    The conversation around us dulled as people turned to stare at the commotion. Samantha tried to hid behind her hand.
    Bastian just laughed. "You do make a very strong case. Let me see to the other guests. I'll be back before your dinner is over."
    "Wonderful," I said with a slight slur, picking up my fork and knife. "You have a great talent."
    I watched him. I watched him the way I'd watched the security officer at the airport. I got what I wanted. He turned to her and I watched his eyes rake over her, up and down her petite frame, as if her were memorizing her curves for later. If I had my way, he wouldn't need the memory. He would have my wife.
    "You, are a disaster." Her hands were folded across her chest. This was not a good sign.
    "Samantha." I put my utensils down and leaned across the table, trying not to sway. She just shook her head. "Do you trust me?" I asked, staring her straight in the eye.
    "Andrew Smith. You are drunk. We are getting up and