Devon Archer - Aloha Fantasy

But she had also come to Hawaii with her eyes wide open, hoping to catch a fish of sorts, who would cause her heart to skip a beat and show some passion and promise in the bedroom. Could Boyd deliver in that regard? If so, then the future, if there was one between them, would work itself out.

Otherwise she was still up for a good time, and Boyd seemed to be more than up for the challenge. Or had he simply gotten a little carried away with his desire to kiss her last night and had all but forgotten it today? She’d find out soon enough.

By the time Boyd showed up, Danica had gotten better acquainted with the house, unpacked her belongings and had a light breakfast. In keeping up with island tradition, she’d dressed casually in a multicolored short-sleeve shirt, Bermuda shorts and sandals. She pulled her hair back into a ponytail.

Boyd liked what he saw as he appraised Danica. She fit right in with her attire, and stood out at the same time with sheer beauty that even in Hawaii was a treat to behold.

“Aloha kakahiaka,” he said. In case she didn’t know, he explained, “That’s good morning.”

“Good morning.” Danica blushed, thinking she needed to become more familiar with Hawaiian words to keep up with him.

“Ready to take a look around your new city?”

Danica certainly wished it was a permanent arrangement, as she imagined she could get used to this atmosphere in a hurry. But the clock was ticking with each moment and before she knew it, she would be back in Chicago and her real life. Meaning far away from the Big Island and Boyd Reed.

Glancing at him, she saw that he looked manly in a yellow polo shirt, gray shorts and gym shoes. A whiff of his spicy cologne appealed to her.

“I’m ready if you are,” she declared.

“Great.” Boyd looked around and saw that everything seemed to be in order. Ashlyn kept the place immaculate and it looked like Danica wanted to do the same during her stay. That certainly worked for him, though he’d never tell her that, now that things seemed to be on the right track in their new friendship.

In his car Boyd turned to Danica as she was buckling up. “Did you sleep well?”

“Yes, I did, thank you,” she answered. “Wasn’t too hard, all things considered.”

“I’ll bet.”

“How about you?” Danica pictured him asleep. And then she pictured him in bed, doing things other than sleeping.

“Yeah, slept like a baby,” he said. Not that he would’ve had a problem if she had been around to keep him wide awake.

“Good for you.” She smiled thoughtfully as they began to drive. “So where to first?”

“I thought we’d head downtown so you can familiarize yourself with what many consider the pride of Hilo.”

“Hmm…okay. Sounds interesting.”

“What has Ashlyn told you about the city, if anything?” Boyd asked.

“Not much,” Danica had to admit. “Mostly general stuff, like a few tourist attractions. Guess she wanted me to discover most things on my own.”

“That’s the best way to get to know Hilo,” he agreed. And I’m happy to do my part, so I get to hang out more with you.

They parked off Kamehameha Avenue and went on foot to explore the roughly ten-block downtown.

Boyd pointed out the historic Federal Building. “It was built way back in 1917,” he told her.

“Incredible.” Danica took a picture of the building.

“That’s the Pacific Tsunami Museum,” Boyd said a few minutes later. “It came about after devastating tsunamis in 1946 and 1960.”

“Can we go inside?”

“Of course.”

Later they stood before the Kamehameha Statue, honoring King Kamehameha I, who was the first chief to rule all the islands. Boyd took a picture of Danica beneath it, then flagged a passerby to take a picture of them together. For him it was an excuse to get close to Danica. He put his arm around her and smiled as the picture was taken. Danica felt the contours of Boyd’s rock-hard body as he hugged her and she him, barely able to concentrate on the picture as much as the man.

They finished the downtown tour with a short walk in Happiness Garden, a park that overlooked Hilo Bay and provided a stunning view of Hilo’s Black Sand Beach and the Mauna Kea Mountain; followed by a stroll along Banyan Drive with its magnificent banyan trees.

“I could take pictures here all day,” Danica laughed.

Boyd smiled, enjoying the sound of her voice. “I’m sure you could.”

“But I’ll show some restraint and see what else is out there.”

“Good idea.” He noticed an errant hair had fallen onto her brow, and took the liberty of brushing it off with his hand and smoothing it back. “That’s better.”

Danica blushed. “Where to now?”

“I was thinking we could grab a bit to eat—at my place,” Boyd suggested out of the blue. “Then we can check out a few more places that might interest you.”

“Sounds good to me.” Admittedly she was curious to see where he lived and how it compared to the house he owned with Ashlyn. Was it a typical bachelor pad? Or something more suitable for companionship?

* * *

Boyd drove into the Hamakua District, where he’d found the perfect house. Though he’d shared some female company there from time to time, for the most part it had been just him. Seemed as if no one could hold his interest for very long. He suspected that might change if Danica hung around for a while. But that didn’t seem very likely, as her life was in Chicago and he had little enthusiasm for either maintaining a long-distance relationship or giving up his enviable life in Hilo.

He made a right turn onto Old Mamalahoa Highway and after passing through a gated entry, drove by groves of Himalayan, Sumatran and Japanese bamboo on his property before coming upon the architectural delight he called home.

“Here we are,” he told Danica.

“I can see that.” She gazed with awe at the impressive landscaping and then at the house itself—an island-styled, single-story oceanfront home. “Can’t wait to see what the inside looks like.”

Boyd smiled, eager to show off his digs to the beautiful lady Ashlyn had brought to the Big Island. And into his life.

As they stood on the covered lanai, he said, “The house is a confluence of several architectural designs. For instance, this antique hand-carved mission door was made in Guadalajara, Mexico.”

“Nice,” Danica said, trying not to appear too overwhelmed.

Once inside they stepped onto decorative tile flooring in the foyer, which transitioned into Kurupayra hardwood throughout the house. Boyd took Danica on a walk-through of the spacious rooms, all with cathedral ceilings and bay windows. The furniture was a combination of leather and wood, with a couple of antique pieces seemingly thrown in for good measure. He even showed off his state-of-the-art fitness room.

“So this is where you work out?” Danica had wondered where that muscled body developed its form.

“Every day of the week, when I’m here,” Boyd said. He needed exercise as a stress reliever, not that he couldn’t think of other ways to work out that were more entertaining. Like making love to a gorgeous woman.

“You’re really dedicated to the cause,” she told him.

“Most of the time.” His eyes swept up and down her body, convinced she did something to be so lean and shapely. “You work out?”

“When I can. Mostly aerobics, swimming, walking and making use of an elliptical machine.”

She noted he had one.

“Feel free to use mine whenever you like,” Boyd told her, realizing he was extending an invitation to Danica to become even better acquainted with him in the process.

“I’ll probably take you up on that.” She imagined it would be fun to work out together—in more ways than one.