Omar sat down across his long time friend and recent business partner. His official job description was, however, bodyguard/driver. "You don't look too well, my brother."

Willem lifted his head and looked across his desk on the third floor of his main office overlooking the Simpson Bay Lagoon. His office was all giant windows. Lots of light. Fancy shit. But there was nothing personal about it. No family pictures. No sentimental gadgets. Nada.

Omar had known Willem a long time. Work was more important to him than family it seemed, and today, the guy looked as if he had overworked himself.

"That girl, Xiomara, she tried to kiss me," Willem said.

Omar whistled. "I'll be damned. I told you not to trust her. Latina's are not trustworthy. How long ago was this?"

"The first day she was at the house."

"That's almost two weeks ago. But damn, the first day? She's a shark. And why are you still thinking about it? You plan on taking it to the next level?" Omar straightened his tie and leaned forward.

He had only seen Willem with but a handful of women, although the man could have his pick of any woman he wanted.

"Hell no! She works for me and it's weird. You should see the way she dresses now." Willem shut his eyes and shook his head as if in denial. "Provocative. She is not the same woman you let through those gates."

Those grey eyes stared at him as if he needed Omar to fix it, but Willem did the hiring and firing, not he. "How many times have you seen her since?" Omar asked.

"Only in passing. I spend most of my days here. And she only comes in three times a week now. I've decided to do a background check on her, but haven't heard anything back yet."

"If you're not comfortable having her around, just get rid of her, man." Omar got up from his seat to stand in front of the bank of windows overlooking the lagoon.

"I can't do that; she's nice people. Well, according to Filo. The old bird is already attached. I hear them laughing all the time. Haven't seen Filo that happy since before her sister left to go live in Anguilla."

If Willem wasn't going to make a move on the sexy, dark haired vixen, he would. Ever since the first day he'd seen her, she had bombarded his mind with thoughts of her. The feeling of his hands plowing through dark, wavy, Spanish hair, had done something to him. And her body, good Lord, that body - small breasts, tucked in waist, and a booty the size of Venus. He had sensed her desperation upon arrival, and having been there himself, there's no way he could have denied her a shot at getting a job. And going by her clothes then, she had really needed it.

Omar took his eyes off the boats anchored in the marina. "So you're not interested in her?"

"Not one bit. And I think she got that message loud and clear. She's very friendly though - chatty. What, you want some of that?" Willem grinned, his eyes teasing.

Omar shrugged.

"You do, don't you. Don't let me stop you." Willem leaned back in his chair and laced his fingers behind his head.

"Do you even like women?"

No offense, but he'd never seen Willem get the hots for a woman, no matter how beautiful or smart she was. When they were younger, early twenties, there had been a few women, but after that? None. The man was either keeping something from him or he was gay. Although Omar couldn't picture the latter being true. There weren't any telltale signs - whatever those were.

"What?" Willem looked aghast.

"You can come clean, man. Have you taken a good look at Xiomara? She's stunning. What single man with a straight cock wouldn't want to at least put it on her."

Willem stood up so fast, the desk shook and his chair swiveled. And then with the slow walk of a wild animal on the prowl, he rounded the desk and sat down on it. "Omar, you've known me... for how long? Seventeen years. I'm not gay."

"Then what's the problem?"

"There isn't a problem."

He knew he was pushing Willem hard, but whatever. "You having problems with your cock? It's not working or something..."

"Fuck off."

Omar laughed and backed down. "Alright. We tight?"

"No. We are not. Get out of my office."

That tone only meant one thing. The man wanted to be alone. "I'll pick you up later."

"Don't bother. I'll drive myself."

And that's how he ended up standing outside of the hotel lobby where Willem had his office, the hot Caribbean sun blazing down on his practically bald head.

Where did he go from here? Not home, there was nothing there. Not a girlfriend or a dog. He lived alone and he liked it that way. And he had no plans on settling down anytime soon. In all his twenty-seven years he'd had only one serious girlfriend, and she'd been a nagger... and a psycho.

His car, a white Dodge Ram, was parked in the parking lot outback. He came here every morning to drop his truck off before using one of Willem's fancy cars to pick him up and drop him back home. Although the Chevy Willem drove was flashy, it wasn't expensive compared to how much money the man had in the bank. Willem could very well afford a Ferrari if he wanted to.

The Dodge Ram was a cheap vehicle. He had purchased it for about twenty-five grand, but to those who didn't know better, he was part of the rich club. The truck looked expensive and the women loved it. It was perfect for his size. And he had money left over to invest in his new security company.

Hopping into the truck, he turned on the AC. What came out of the vents was hot air. He rolled down the windows and waited for the cold blast of air to kick in before pulling up into traffic.

The damn island was so small, the roads congested with only one lane up and one lane down, but every Tom, Dick, and Harry wanted a car. Even if they couldn't afford it. Cars were a symbol of status here, even when you could walk the entire fucking island in one hour - both the French and the Dutch side of the island.

He had meant to check up on the security feed in one of the restaurants that Willem owned but instead found himself driving up to Pelican Key where Willem lived. Today he had a good excuse to go inside the house.

He'd spent the last two weeks thinking of a particular female with a sexy Latin accent. Dropping and picking Willem up was mostly a case of waiting in the car, so he'd stayed away because it wasn't like him to just chill randomly at Willem's house. He was only usually invited in when there was something important to discuss, or Willem had to work from home, or they were chilling out on the weekend.

Although he and Willem have been friends for years, he still called before coming over. Dutch people were funny like that.

But Filo wasn't Dutch. She would let him in, no questions asked. All he had to do was tell her that he had forgotten something. And then he would casually ask her about Xiomara. About the days and the hours that she worked.

He had to see her again and run his fingers through that thick hair of hers once more. He could vaguely remember the scent of her pineapple shampoo.

It didn't bother him that she wanted his friend. He wasn't looking for a relationship and it was a long time since he last got laid. He just needed a quick fuck. Get in. Get out. And she was apparently willing to give it up on the first date. Perfect. There would be no long talk there.

The large gate enclosing the villa rolled open at the swipe of his magnetic card. He drove up the short lane and parked in front of the opened garage door. Plucking out the keys, he stepped out of the truck and walked the short distance to the front of the house, sliding the glass door open.

He was immediately greeted by Filo. "Omar, what a pleasure. I'm surprised to see you here at this time. Where's Willem?"

Omar reached out and hugged the older lady. "Back at the office. He's in a mood."

"What about?" Filo ushered him into the foyer.

"Who knows," he said, shrugging off her question. "I think I may have left the keys for my motorcycle somewhere here. Looked for it everywhere this morning, couldn't find it."

"Oh dear, I will look around and ask Xiomara if she came across it. Do you have a spare one?" Filo waddled into the spacious living area and he followed her.

"Yes, but it's in a safe. Does she still work here - Xiomara?" He tried to sound casual like he didn't care.

"Oh yes, she comes in three times a week on Mondays, Wednesdays, and Saturdays. Ten to six. Don't know what I would do without her. Would you like something to drink?"

"No, thank you. I'll just look around for my keys and then get out of your hair. I'm sure you have your hands full." He forced a smile and wished Filo would stop chatting so he could get down to business. Today was his lucky day.

"I don't really. I was out back reading when I heard the gate. You have the key to the office, so you can open things up and look for your keys. Stay as long as you like. Xiomara is upstairs in the guest room ironing some clothes. I think she wanted to thank you, but you never came back around after her first day here."

"Yeah, been busy," he muttered.

When Filo finally left him, he didn't even bother pretending he was looking for his keys but instead headed straight up the stairs to the source that had caused the arousal in his pants. And that just from an image of her from almost two weeks ago, dressed in a long faded dress that Filo probably wore in the fifties. Hell, the forties.

At the top of the landing, he doubled checked his pocket for the condoms he had taken out of his nightstand that morning. He flipped one of the three square packages around as he looked for the expiration date. And the next. And the next.

The fuckers were expired.

Since a year ago. Precisely around the last time he had given up hope and had called it quits on his three-year relationship with that psycho woman. Good riddance to bad rubbish.

Even with that major setback cock-blocking his way, he forged on. He just needed to see her face and hear her sultry laugh, otherwise, he would get no sleep tonight.

Xiomara had become a stitch in his side, one he didn't particularly like or dislike. He just knew that to be rid of her constant claim on his mind, he had to have her.

The door to the guest bedroom was slightly ajar and he wasn't prepared for the sight that greeted him on the other side. He got the breath knocked out of him when he saw Xiomara sprawled out on the bed, her eyes tightly shut as she worked her lady parts with deft fingers. He had to blink twice, and then blink again. She was straining rather hard, panting softly, her one hand furiously working the nub between her thighs while the other tugged and pinched at her breasts.

He groaned as his erection took on a life of its own, throbbing hotly in his pants. All the blood in his head rushed down south with a fervency that was new to him, his cock going steel hard, and his balls tightening mercilessly.

She wasn't even fully naked. Her skirt was hitched high under her butt, and she had pulled the collar of her tank top down to free her breasts. Perfect round breasts with dark nipples.

For a split second his vision blurred as he fought to grasp the reality displayed so beautifully on his retinas. Her thick mane was laid out like a black velvet curtain on the white pillows. When her tongue darted out to lick her lips, his cock jerked, the blood in his veins starting a soft staccato in his ears. His hand lowered to the bulge in his pants to caress his heavy erection.

He didn't know how long he stood there watching her pleasure herself, but when her mouth went slack with frustration, he whistled.

Her eyes flew open.

"Need help finishing?" he drawled.

*****

A/N
Question: ever walked in on someone masturbating or having sex? Say your siblings or your parents? How was that like? Let me know in the comments.