Finding the black sand beach wasn’t hard. Finding the villa was even easier. Ginny looked at the villa and gulped. She was wearing casual resort clothes over a bathing suit. Was her thin maxi dress formal enough for dinner?

Ginny walked up to the villa and knocked on the door. “Hello?”

Nobody answered.

Ginny walked around the villa, looking for any signs of life. Had Boreas played a prank on her?

Ginny took a seat on the large porch surrounding the villa. The porch overlooked the beach and the ocean. She picked a large papasan chair and looked out toward the horizon. The sun had already started to pass the horizon. It illuminated the sea in tones of red and gold that made the waves resemble dunes and made Ginny think of home.

That’s when Ginny saw him.

There was a man in a kayak. He had icy bluish-white hair, and he was paddling toward the house. Ginny stood up and walked to the edge of the porch to get a better view of Boreas.

Boreas’ strong arms paddled the kayak toward the shore. There was a sheen of sweat over the strong man, as well as ocean spray. In the back of the kayak, there was a cooler.

Boreas got out of the kayak. All he was wearing was a pair of navy-blue swim trunks. He pulled the cooler out of the kayak.

“Don’t tell me I’m late,” said Boreas, looking up at Ginny.

“Let’s just say I got here early,” said Ginny with a wink. “I was about to leave. I didn’t think you were serious about this dinner!”

“Serious enough to go catch it,” said Boreas, lifting up the cooler.

“No,” said Ginny with a gasp. “You went out and caught dinner?”

“You like lobster?” asked Boreas.

“I wouldn’t know,” said Ginny.

“You’ve never had lobster?” asked Boreas incredulously. “Well, then, you’re in for a treat. I caught us each two big ol’ sea bugs.”

“Well, when you put it like that, they’re a lot less appetizing,” said Ginny, crossing her arms.

“Let me guess — you’re freezing your butt off out here?” asked Boreas, walking up to the porch.

“You know it,” said Ginny, wrapping her arms around her body.

“Well, it’s hot as Hades out here for me, so, let’s get inside, and I’ll get these lobsters in the pot,” said Boreas.

“Do I have to help?” asked Ginny.

“Of course not,” said Boreas, opening the sliding glass door for Ginny. “You’re my guest.”

Ginny looked around the fancy ‘villa.’ It was very modern, with a big, fancy kitchen, a dining room table with a full set of chairs, and a bunch of cute conversation spots. She found a comfortable looking chair, padded like the papasan chair outside, and grabbed a big fluffy throw blanket from the couch. She wrapped herself up and watched Boreas. He opened the cooler and pulled out a lobster.

“Okay, I can’t watch,” said Ginny, rotating her chair. “I’m sure they’re tasty, but…”

“But the murder’s the best part!” said Boreas, starting up a big pot of boiling water.

“Eww, eww, eww,” said Ginny, plugging up her ears.

“I’ll spare you the details,” said Boreas, minding the pot and chuckling to himself that such a sassy woman had such a delicate stomach. “Why don’t you look around? Make yourself at home. See how many blankets you can muster up and build yourself a pillow fort.”

Boreas added salt to the pot and stirred. Once it came to a boil, he did what had to be done to the lobsters and set a timer after covering the pot.

Boreas turned and found that Ginny wasn’t in her chair.

And, the pillows weren’t on the couch.

There was a pillow fort built up in the middle of the large living room.

“Really?” asked Boreas, arms crossed, walking over to the pillow fort. “I didn’t expect you to take me seriously and build a frikkin’ pillow fort. You’re quite a woman, Ginny.”

“What’s the password?” asked Ginny, peeking out from the pillows. “This is a pillow bakery, not a pillow fort!”

“Please?” guessed Boreas.

“You know what, that was a solid guess, so you can come in,” said Ginny. “Although, I think ‘please’ is usually the magic word,’ not a password.

Boreas got into the cramped pillow bakery. It was hot and humid. Ginny’s natural scent filled the tiny fort like incense. She smelled warm — not warm like The North Pole smelled warm, but warm like spices, like flowers that could only bloom in places with heat, like fire and ash and danger.

She didn’t just smell warm. She smelled hot. And she looked hot too. Boreas had never found a woman that roused his loins like Ginny, a woman who was curvy in all the right ways but had the sass and wits to keep up with him.

In all his years, he would’ve never guessed that he would fall in love with a firebrand, rather than an ice queen, but it was already happening.

“So…do you just want to hang out in a pillow bakery all night?” asked Boreas. “Or…”

Before Ginny could answer, the door opened. Ginny clasped a hand over Boreas’ mouth.

“What are you —” started Boreas, moving Ginny’s hand, but Ginny clasped another hand over Boreas’ mouth.

“I think you’re getting robbed!” hissed Ginny. “Somebody’s in the house! Listen!”

Ginny and Boreas stayed quiet as the mysterious stranger moved around the villa, and then, as suddenly as they appeared, they just left.

“I think he’s gone,” said Ginny, removing her hand from Boreas’ mouth.

Boreas got up and took Ginny’s hand. They stood up, and the pillow fort collapsed around them.

“Still think I got robbed?” asked Boreas, arms crossed.

Ginny’s cheeks turned burning red.

“I forgot about the whole room service thing,” said Ginny. “Oops.”

“Trust me. I think the delivery person is just glad that they didn’t see us naked,” said Boreas.

“Why would they have seen us naked?” asked Ginny.

“If you came into this room and saw two people’s legs sticking out of a pile of pillows and blankets, what would you think?” asked Boreas with a laugh.

“I’m already so embarrassed! Shut up!” said Ginny.

“Shut me up,” challenged Boreas.

Ginny went to the large cart of food and opened the various bamboo baskets to reveal tiny appetizers. There was a basket of tiny kumara bites. The purple sweet potato was covered in melted cheese and bacon bits. She took two of the bites and went up to Boreas, putting one in his mouth.

“There,” said Ginny. “That should keep your mouth occupied for a while.”

Ginny popped the other bite into her mouth. The sweet potato had a sweet, almost vanilla taste. There were other treats on the table, as well as a metal bucket of ice with tongs.

“Why did they supply a champagne bucket with no champagne?” asked Ginny.

“For this,” said Boreas, grabbing a bottle off of the counter and putting it into the bucket. “Ice wine.”

“Ice wine?” asked Ginny. “What’s that?”

“My favorite hard drink,” said Boreas. “It’s wine made of frozen grapes. My friends who sent me here, well, they packed a bottle in my suitcase. I decided to save it for a special occasion.”

Boreas put the ice wine in the bucket. Just then, the kitchen timer he’d set went off. Boreas went to the tomato-shaped timer, shut it off, and checked the pot. The lobsters were ready.

“Why don’t you make yourself a plate and I’ll meet you on the porch?” asked Boreas.

“I have a better idea,” said Ginny. She went to the cart, closed the bamboo dim sum baskets, and pushed the cart to the glass door. She opened the door, leaving it open after she pushed the cart out, onto the porch.

“That…is a better idea than mine,” said Boreas, plating the lobsters.

“Comes with my line of work,” said Ginny.

“And that would be?” asked Boreas, carrying the lobsters out to the porch.

“Uh-uh,” teased Ginny. “I told you — I’ll only reveal my secrets if you tell me yours! Trust me, mine are a lot more spicy.”

“I went out and caught you a delicious lobster,” said Boreas. “That has to count for something!”

“Fine,” said Ginny, moving some of the side dishes from the cart to the table. “But…I’m not telling you everything.”

“Fair,” said Boreas, carrying over a carafe of kiwi juice, two glasses, and some more ice.

“No ice for me,” said Ginny. “Anyway…I run a cafe with my folks.”

“And so you have to cart food around a lot?” asked Boreas.

“Cart it around, carry it on trays, clean up spills, help make stuff in the back, everything,” said Ginny.

“What kind of cafe is it?” asked Boreas.

“You know — a cafe,” said Ginny.

“Do you specialize in tea, coffee, baked goods…?” asked Boreas.

“Huh,” said Ginny, furrowing her brow. “I always forget cafes are different in various cultures. Well, we make rose water sherbet, have hookah in the back, and we sell a bunch of dips, like hummus, that you can have with stuff like pita chips or veggies. Oh. And my mom makes a mean cinnamon roll. Those go fast, freshly baked every morning. The secret ingredient…well, that’s a secret!”

“Rosewater sherbet, hookah, hummus, that has me thinking Iranian, but, cinnamon rolls?” asked Boreas. “Is that an Iranian thing?”

“It’s an American thing,” said Ginny. “I’m Iranian-American, Boreas.”

“Explains the name,” said Boreas. “Ginny’s short for…Elizabeth, right?”

“It’s short for Virginia,” said Ginny, rolling her eyes. “I’m the third born in my family, all girls. My parents moved to Virginia when they first came to the United States. My dad worked as a cook. My mom worked as a pastry chef. They were always watching, always learning, and eventually, got the funds, the know-how, and the gumption to head west. I don’t remember our time in Virginia at all. It feels like I spent all my life in Los Angeles.”

“Los Angeles as in California?” asked Boreas. “No wonder the hummus and hookah are so popular at your family’s cafe. I always thought it funny that the same folks that want to buy healthy stuff like hummus…”

“…Want to pump a bunch of hookah smoke into their lungs?” asked Ginny. “Me too!”

“Did your parents send you out here, on vacation?” asked Boreas.

“Nope,” said Ginny. “But, that’s the last fact you’ll get out of me tonight. I’m guessing that you won’t crack, though, right?”

“I won’t, but these lobsters will,” said Boreas. “Let me show you just how to open these. First, we’re each going to need a pair of lobster crackers.”

“What do they look like?” asked Ginny, looking at the cart.

“They look like…I forgot to ask for a pair from room service, is what they look like,” said Boreas. “Change of plans. I’m going to give you the VIP treatment. You just need to put on a lobster bib and…”

“…And let me guess, you forgot those too?” asked Ginny. “That’s fine. We’re by an ocean, silly. We can just rinse off after we eat.”

Ginny got up from her chair and pulled off her maxi dress, exposing her curves. All she was wearing underneath the dress was a two-piece swimsuit. Her tummy hung over the front of her swimsuit, and for a second, Boreas thought that the big, beautiful woman in front of him wasn’t wearing a darn thing.

Ginny folded her cover-up up and put it aside.

“Now, what exactly makes eating lobster so frikkin’ messy?” asked Ginny.

“You see those ramekins of butter?” asked Boreas. Boreas had brought the ramekins of butter out when he and Ginny had put the table together. In front of Ginny was a tiny ceramic bowl full of golden liquid.

“I’m not gonna lie, that looks like a used fingerbowl,” joked Ginny.

“Well, all you do is dip the meat in the butter,” said Boreas.

Boreas took a lobster in his hand and twisted it open as if he were opening an English Christmas cracker. The red shell opened with a crackle and red and white meat popped out. Boreas stuck his hands into the open shell and ripped it apart, exposing the flesh to Ginny.

Boreas took out a big piece of meat and dipped it in the butter in front of him. He reached across the table, toward Ginny’s mouth.

“Like this,” said Boreas.

Ginny opened her mouth. Boreas popped his meat into her mouth. Ginny sucked, tasting the succulent and salty juices of the meat that Boreas had placed into her mouth. She swirled it around her mouth and finally took the buttery softness down her throat. It left her both hungry and thirsty for more!

Ginny couldn’t believe she had gone this long in her life without having tried lobster.

Boreas watched as the juices dribbled out of Ginny’s mouth. The woman licked her lips and butter flowed out of her mouth. It dripped down onto her ample bosom.

She wasn’t just a BBW — a big, beautiful woman.

She was a BBBW — a big, beautiful, buttery woman.

Boreas wasn’t a pork dumpling, but he decided it was time to be downright wanton.

Boreas reached into the lobster and pulled out a luscious piece of flesh. He reached over and dipped the lobster into Ginny’s cleavage, picking the butter up from her bosom, and taking the lobster into his mouth, tasting Ginny’s mouth through the flavors of the lobster and the butter.

Ginny’s heart fluttered as she watched Boreas eat the morsel. She looked down at her bosom, then, back at Boreas’ mouth, then, back at her breasts.

“Did you just…” started Ginny.

“Yes,” said Boreas.

“Well, then fair’s fair,” said Ginny with a wicked grin. She put a finger in the ramekin. The butter had cooled down considerably since Boreas had heated it on the stove. It was still an oil, but, it wasn’t boiling hot.

Ginny took the ramekin and flung the contents at Boreas. Then, before Boreas could react, she took a piece of bread from the bread basket that had come with room service and sopped up the butter. She ran the bread over Boreas’ body like a sponge in a bath, and, without going back to her seat, started to eat the bread.

The crumbs fell on Boreas’ chest. Ginny wiped some up with a finger and put her finger into Boreas’ mouth. Boreas licked them clean. While Ginny wasn’t looking, distracted by his icy blue eyes focused on her deep brown eyes, he took his ramekin of butter and poured it on to her!

“Now, are we going to eat some lobster, or what?” asked Boreas.

Ginny sat down next to Boreas. Boreas took the lobster and cracked each and every edible part of the lobster open, taking out succulent stringy mops of meat out of the claws, the tails. He fed them to Ginny after wiping them down on his body, absorbing the butter she’d flung at him, or, alternatively, wiping the meat on Ginny’s body, on her every curve, before devouring the morsels the way he was sure he would one day devour her desire.

“So,” asked Ginny. “What’s for dessert?”

She ran her fingers over Boreas’ still oily body, feeling his muscles pulse beneath her touch.

Boreas took Ginny’s hand and led her off of the porch. He led her to the beach, to its edge, and then, walked with her into the clear, still waters. Only tiny fish swam around them. There was no reef, there were no rocks. There were just the beach and the ocean and the little fish and them.

Boreas walked into the ocean until he was at waist height. Then, he looked at Ginny.

Boreas had forgotten Ginny was shorter than him, so waist height for him was a swimming level for her.

“Too deep?” asked Boreas

“A little,” said Ginny, taking sea water into her mouth. She spit it out.

Boreas walked back to shore, taking Ginny by the hand, leading her like a towboat. When they were at Ginny’s waist level, he sat down in the waves, letting them cover him. He took some sand and wiped it over his body. The black granules of sand helped wipe away some of the butter.

“I don’t think that’s gonna work,” said Ginny.

“Try it,” said Boreas.

“No thanks,” said Ginny. “I don’t want to get sand everywhere.”

“Well, I do,” said Boreas, pulling Ginny close to him so that she was near his lap. Ginny did the rest, straddling Boreas as the surf came in, the seafoam surrounding them, as gentle waves crashed around them.

Ginny felt Boreas’ hardness through his loose trunks. She wasn’t quite sure if he could sense her wetness, given they were in the frikkin’ ocean.

“So,” said Ginny, running her hands through Boreas’ platinum white and bluish-gray hair. “What’s for dessert?”

“Another date,” said Boreas.

“Really?” asked Ginny.

“Ginny…you’re a special girl, no, a special woman,” said Boreas, running his hands over Ginny’s ample curves, making his cock ache for her hidden parts. “I want to do this right.”

“First date’s lobster and butter-play,” said Ginny. “What does that make our second date?”

“Whatever you want it to be,” said Boreas.

“Well…how about you come by my room tomorrow night after dinner and we watch a movie or something?” asked Ginny.

“Dinner and a movie, without the dinner?” asked Boreas. “You’re lucky I like you so much, or I might be insulted. That’s a date, Ginny.”

Boreas helped Ginny to her feet. Ginny started to walk away, but Boreas kept a hold of her hand. Ginny turned and looked over Boreas. Boreas was looking up into a palm tree.

“What is it?” asked Ginny.

“Are…you frikkin’ serious…” started Boreas.

“What is it?” repeated Ginny.

“Mistletoe, up there,” said Boreas.

“Mistletoe? On a tropical island?” asked Ginny. “That’s impossible! There’s no such thing as mistletoe!”

“What? No – mistletoe is real,” insisted Boreas. “White glossy berries. Green leaves. That up there? That’s mistletoe.” Boreas peered. Of course, it was from her. There was a tag on the mistletoe reading, ‘From P and J’ – but it was all her doing.

“I think I got pranked,” said Boreas. “This is stupid, I’m sorry.”

“Well, if it’s a prank, we got pranked. But…if mistletoe is real…is the tradition too?” asked Ginny.

“I mean, it is customary to…” started Boreas, leaning in toward Ginny.

“…To kiss?” asked Ginny, biting her lower lip. “Well…if it’s tradition…”

Ginny wrapped her arms around Boreas’ shoulders and got on the tips of her toes. She pressed her lips against Boreas’ and felt his icy mouth open so she could press her tongue into his mouth. He bit her lower lip, and it made her wonder if that was how frostbite felt. It was a kiss unlike any Ginny or Boreas had ever had. Just as Boreas’ icy mouth shocked Ginny, so too did Ginny’s fiery mouth shock Boreas. Every part of Ginny that he explored seemed to be hotter than the last, which made his icicle throb.

Ginny broke the kiss upon feeling Boreas’ cock brush against her waist.

“I, uh, should probably get going, right?” asked Ginny, blushing. “Bye!”

Boreas was still reeling from the power of the kiss as Ginny scampered away. Ginny walked back to her hotel room to wash the sand out of her parts. In the shower, she had time to wonder why she’d suggested watching a frikkin’ movie with Boreas when there were so many other things to do on the island – things like going further than just kissing underneath some silly berries.