Pleasure in Hawaii (Kimani Romance) Read Online Free PDF Page B
Author: Devon Vaughn Archer
accommodations down to two places.
“Terrific,” she said. “In that case, I’d like to make my reservation.”
“Consider it done.” He took down her credit card information gratefully.
“How’s the weather there in August?” she wondered. “Or is it perfect year-round?”
“It’s paradise,” Gene said, sidestepping any mention of the rainy days. “August is actually our warmest month of the year, with temperatures usually in the low eighties with plenty of sunshine and steady trade winds to keep the temperatures from seeming too hot.”
“I like it,” Jean said animatedly.
Gene chuckled. “I knew you would. Well, you’re all set, and I look forward to welcoming you to Maui and Malloy’s Bed-and-Breakfast.”
After Gene hung up, he saw Dayna Yee come into the small upstairs room he had set up as his office. She was in her early sixties, with fine white hair and cheeks dotted with tiny moles.
“Another guest will be arriving?” she asked after overhearing the conversation.
“Yes, in three weeks,” he replied.
“The landscape people are coming this afternoon instead of tomorrow due to a scheduling conflict.”
“I’ll make a note.”
“Oh, and the Foresters canceled their October booking,” Dayna said.
Gene frowned. “Too bad. Did they give any reason why?”
She nodded. “They decided to spend their fiftieth anniversary closer to home.”
“That’s their prerogative,” he muttered resignedly.
“I’ll be headed off now,” Dayna said.
“Okay. Thanks for everything. Have a good day.”
“You, too.”
A few minutes later, Gene went downstairs and mingled with some of his guests. He hated to see them leave, as they were almost like family now that he was all alone as a man and host. Though it wasn’t his choice, he accepted it. But that didn’t mean he had no interest in having someone special in his life. Sloane was a good choice, were it to turn out that way. She definitely seemed to have herself together as a business lady and was a lovely, sensually appealing woman.
He’d enjoyed having lunch with Sloane, gazing into those eyes with their depths of intriguing darkness. Even watching the way her lips moved while eating or drinking drove Gene crazy with desire. What he wouldn’t give to see that mouth in action on him.
Gene suppressed his libido, turning his attention to the luau that was sure to put on a show for Sloane and give him an opportunity to see her when they were both out of their element.
Sloane marveled at the sights as she sat in the passenger seat of Gene’s Subaru Outback. They had just passed through Kihei with its multitude of small shops and stores and were now in Lahaina, an nineteenth-century whaling port, with swaying coconut palm trees, timber-frame buildings and breathtaking views of the West Maui Mountains as the setting sun cast an enchanting glow on them.
She turned to Gene’s handsome profile as he spoke about Maui and its districts as if he’d grown up there. His head was freshly shaven and his dimpled cheek was pronounced.
“We actually thought about buying a house in Lahaina to convert into the bed-and-breakfast,” he was saying, “but in the end, we got a better deal and location in Wailea.”
“I think you made the right choice.” Sloane couldn’t imagine him being anywhere else in Maui.
He faced her with a sexy smile. “I think so, too.”
Sloane felt a tingling sensation at the carnal tone of his words. She suspected that had been his intent and she fell for it, unable to help herself. “How long did it take you to get a handle on the island and its many areas and activities?” she asked, switching her thoughts to a safer topic.
“Not very long. You can get a feel for everything pretty quickly once you settle in. Besides, with the B&B I had little choice but to get to know the surroundings as quickly as possible so I’d be equipped to respond to visitors and would-be guests and their range of questions
“Terrific,” she said. “In that case, I’d like to make my reservation.”
“Consider it done.” He took down her credit card information gratefully.
“How’s the weather there in August?” she wondered. “Or is it perfect year-round?”
“It’s paradise,” Gene said, sidestepping any mention of the rainy days. “August is actually our warmest month of the year, with temperatures usually in the low eighties with plenty of sunshine and steady trade winds to keep the temperatures from seeming too hot.”
“I like it,” Jean said animatedly.
Gene chuckled. “I knew you would. Well, you’re all set, and I look forward to welcoming you to Maui and Malloy’s Bed-and-Breakfast.”
After Gene hung up, he saw Dayna Yee come into the small upstairs room he had set up as his office. She was in her early sixties, with fine white hair and cheeks dotted with tiny moles.
“Another guest will be arriving?” she asked after overhearing the conversation.
“Yes, in three weeks,” he replied.
“The landscape people are coming this afternoon instead of tomorrow due to a scheduling conflict.”
“I’ll make a note.”
“Oh, and the Foresters canceled their October booking,” Dayna said.
Gene frowned. “Too bad. Did they give any reason why?”
She nodded. “They decided to spend their fiftieth anniversary closer to home.”
“That’s their prerogative,” he muttered resignedly.
“I’ll be headed off now,” Dayna said.
“Okay. Thanks for everything. Have a good day.”
“You, too.”
A few minutes later, Gene went downstairs and mingled with some of his guests. He hated to see them leave, as they were almost like family now that he was all alone as a man and host. Though it wasn’t his choice, he accepted it. But that didn’t mean he had no interest in having someone special in his life. Sloane was a good choice, were it to turn out that way. She definitely seemed to have herself together as a business lady and was a lovely, sensually appealing woman.
He’d enjoyed having lunch with Sloane, gazing into those eyes with their depths of intriguing darkness. Even watching the way her lips moved while eating or drinking drove Gene crazy with desire. What he wouldn’t give to see that mouth in action on him.
Gene suppressed his libido, turning his attention to the luau that was sure to put on a show for Sloane and give him an opportunity to see her when they were both out of their element.
Sloane marveled at the sights as she sat in the passenger seat of Gene’s Subaru Outback. They had just passed through Kihei with its multitude of small shops and stores and were now in Lahaina, an nineteenth-century whaling port, with swaying coconut palm trees, timber-frame buildings and breathtaking views of the West Maui Mountains as the setting sun cast an enchanting glow on them.
She turned to Gene’s handsome profile as he spoke about Maui and its districts as if he’d grown up there. His head was freshly shaven and his dimpled cheek was pronounced.
“We actually thought about buying a house in Lahaina to convert into the bed-and-breakfast,” he was saying, “but in the end, we got a better deal and location in Wailea.”
“I think you made the right choice.” Sloane couldn’t imagine him being anywhere else in Maui.
He faced her with a sexy smile. “I think so, too.”
Sloane felt a tingling sensation at the carnal tone of his words. She suspected that had been his intent and she fell for it, unable to help herself. “How long did it take you to get a handle on the island and its many areas and activities?” she asked, switching her thoughts to a safer topic.
“Not very long. You can get a feel for everything pretty quickly once you settle in. Besides, with the B&B I had little choice but to get to know the surroundings as quickly as possible so I’d be equipped to respond to visitors and would-be guests and their range of questions