before coming up."
Grant and Nikki had already given their meal orders to the wedding planner so as the first of the tables stood to make their way to the buffet, two female servers approached Nikki and Grant with plates laden with Hawaiian cuisine and a bottle of chilled champagne.
Both servers were stunning with dark mocha skin, long dark hair and perfect figures, accented by the grass skirts and coconut shell tops they were wearing. "Congratulations, Mr and Mrs Rivers," they said in near perfect unison as they placed the delicious smelling dishes in front of the couple.
Nikki glanced over at Grant and was pleased to see that while he nodded his thanks to the women, his eyes were glued to her. He smiled as they locked gazes. How could a man not drool over the stunning women pouring their drinks? Even she was in awe of their beauty and charisma. But he seemed uninterested.
"If you need anything more..." the server assigned to him stated. Nikki noticed the lustful look in the woman's eyes as she looked at Grant.
He's married! A hint of jealousy and possessiveness rose to the surface and she took Grant's hand in hers, and glared at the server. "That'll be all thank you," she snapped.
As they nodded and turned leaving the table a soft chuckling caught her attention and she whipped her head over to glare at Grant. "What?" She knew what.
He chuckled a little louder as he dropped her hand, cut into his pork and raised a forkful to his mouth. He took his time chewing, swallowed and grinned. "The jealousy. It's cute. But unnecessary."
Nikki huffed and turned from him pretending to focus on the food in front of her. However, his good humour over her outburst was infectious and she found herself also grinning over her behaviour. "I know," she finally admitted popping a piece of pineapple into her mouth. "But I have to defend what's mine."
His laughter grew louder and he shook his head. "When you say it that way I completely understand."
****
Once all the tables had been served and their occupants re-seated the man hosting the master of ceremonies behind the hidden speakers announced the attraction for the evening. "Ladies and gentlemen, we have secured some of the best fire performers in the world for your entertainment and pleasure. Please help me welcome your entertainment for the night!" A loud tribal beat began to play over the speakers as six performers - three men and three women donned in jeans and skin tight tank tops entered the center of the show area.
Grant watched Nikki's reaction to the show in quiet amusement. Her eyes widened and an expression of childlike wonder touched her delicate features as the torches were lit and the show began with the performers, "spinning" the fire. Two balls of flame attached to chains whipped and whizzed around their bodies.
"How do they not get burnt!" she stopped eating and continued to stare.
"It's a skill." Grant stabbed at some more of the pork and thrust it into his mouth. It was cooked to perfection. Everything about the resort was perfection, which is why he wanted to take her there. After the previous weeks of worry and night terrors and stress that she'd undergone, he couldn't have thought of a better place to sweep her away to than this little island paradise.
The wedding ceremony had been quaint. The photos he knew would be nothing short of spectacular. And she was being taken care of, which was his main concern. She'd been so stressed over the wedding and pleasing everyone and over what people were whispering about their 'relationship', that he was glad she'd agreed to them eloping. Here, they were surrounded by people who had no prejudices and were here for one purpose only - to have a good time and be happy.
That's exactly what Nikki needed, and to a lesser extent he did as well.
The fire show lasted over a half an hour and with each performance Nikki became more and more engrossed, practically forgetting about the food and focusing her attention on the six
Grant and Nikki had already given their meal orders to the wedding planner so as the first of the tables stood to make their way to the buffet, two female servers approached Nikki and Grant with plates laden with Hawaiian cuisine and a bottle of chilled champagne.
Both servers were stunning with dark mocha skin, long dark hair and perfect figures, accented by the grass skirts and coconut shell tops they were wearing. "Congratulations, Mr and Mrs Rivers," they said in near perfect unison as they placed the delicious smelling dishes in front of the couple.
Nikki glanced over at Grant and was pleased to see that while he nodded his thanks to the women, his eyes were glued to her. He smiled as they locked gazes. How could a man not drool over the stunning women pouring their drinks? Even she was in awe of their beauty and charisma. But he seemed uninterested.
"If you need anything more..." the server assigned to him stated. Nikki noticed the lustful look in the woman's eyes as she looked at Grant.
He's married! A hint of jealousy and possessiveness rose to the surface and she took Grant's hand in hers, and glared at the server. "That'll be all thank you," she snapped.
As they nodded and turned leaving the table a soft chuckling caught her attention and she whipped her head over to glare at Grant. "What?" She knew what.
He chuckled a little louder as he dropped her hand, cut into his pork and raised a forkful to his mouth. He took his time chewing, swallowed and grinned. "The jealousy. It's cute. But unnecessary."
Nikki huffed and turned from him pretending to focus on the food in front of her. However, his good humour over her outburst was infectious and she found herself also grinning over her behaviour. "I know," she finally admitted popping a piece of pineapple into her mouth. "But I have to defend what's mine."
His laughter grew louder and he shook his head. "When you say it that way I completely understand."
****
Once all the tables had been served and their occupants re-seated the man hosting the master of ceremonies behind the hidden speakers announced the attraction for the evening. "Ladies and gentlemen, we have secured some of the best fire performers in the world for your entertainment and pleasure. Please help me welcome your entertainment for the night!" A loud tribal beat began to play over the speakers as six performers - three men and three women donned in jeans and skin tight tank tops entered the center of the show area.
Grant watched Nikki's reaction to the show in quiet amusement. Her eyes widened and an expression of childlike wonder touched her delicate features as the torches were lit and the show began with the performers, "spinning" the fire. Two balls of flame attached to chains whipped and whizzed around their bodies.
"How do they not get burnt!" she stopped eating and continued to stare.
"It's a skill." Grant stabbed at some more of the pork and thrust it into his mouth. It was cooked to perfection. Everything about the resort was perfection, which is why he wanted to take her there. After the previous weeks of worry and night terrors and stress that she'd undergone, he couldn't have thought of a better place to sweep her away to than this little island paradise.
The wedding ceremony had been quaint. The photos he knew would be nothing short of spectacular. And she was being taken care of, which was his main concern. She'd been so stressed over the wedding and pleasing everyone and over what people were whispering about their 'relationship', that he was glad she'd agreed to them eloping. Here, they were surrounded by people who had no prejudices and were here for one purpose only - to have a good time and be happy.
That's exactly what Nikki needed, and to a lesser extent he did as well.
The fire show lasted over a half an hour and with each performance Nikki became more and more engrossed, practically forgetting about the food and focusing her attention on the six
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