I have this story planned in my mind as 10 chapters, but we will see how that goes. It's about an average white guy who wins the lottery, and finds himself collecting girlfriends of different ages, nationalities, and/or hair color. I guess you can call this a harem story? If it's not your cup of tea, that's okay, but I hope you will enjoy it.
I will note at the beginning of each chapter what the girl's name, age, nationality, and hair color is so those guys with a 'type' have some advanced notice, and if you should have some tissue ready ;)
This fourth chapter is average in length. Yeah, sorry, it's still a running joke in this story.
Note: All persons having any sex or sexual anything is aged 18 or more.
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Chapter 4 - Kimona (36, black, 6" with medium length black hair in braids) Josh's personal chef.
Everyone sat around the table eating. Kimona had grilled the mahi-mahi, and they all made tacos with corn tortillas and the Hawaiian slaw. She also made a 6 oz wagyu petite sirloin cooked to everyone's preference, and made fries out of the sweet potatoes. It was however, the pineapple upside down cake that Josh enjoyed the most.
Everyone talked while they ate, getting to know each other. Malia, Emma, and Maeve had created their own little 'girls night', so Josh was chatting more with Kimona than the others. "You have a slight accent accent that seems to be Jamaican or other Caribbean island," Josh said to the tall dark skinned woman who had prepared the meal.
"Barbados originally," Kimona replied. "But, I've been living here for the last 15 years. I came over to Hawaii to study at Heald College School of Business and Maui Culinary Academy. I just fell in love with it here and never left."
"The food was simple, but very delicious," Josh complimented. "I look forward to seeing what else you come up with."
Kimona smiled, and Josh found himself looking at dimples in her cheeks. She also has a smattering of freckles across her nose and the top of her cheeks. "Thank you," she said and then came closer and lowered her voice. "Malia said you may or may not want to change out chefs. I have actually been looking to hire on with someone as an exclusive personal chef. So, if you are looking for one, I would very much like to apply."
Josh looked to where the other three women were deep in their own conversations that included a lot of flirting and giggling. He turned back to Kimona and asked, "What do you consider your style of cooking?"
She inched her chair a little closer to Josh's and replied, "Barbados cuisine is heavily influenced by African, Portuguese, Indian, Irish, and Creole. I have then taken what I have learned about Hawaiian and the South Pacific cultures. So my favorite foods to make bring the spice of Bajan tempered with the sweetness of Hawaiian pineapple and rice. I have created a signature dish that is a take on my home's Flying Fish."
"I would really love to try it then," Josh told her. "Please, figure out a night to make it for all of us." He looked again over at the three younger women. He turned back and told Kimona, "Better make it for 5."
After dinner Kimona, Maeve, and Malia cleaned up the dishes and Kimona put leftovers in the refrigerator. Josh had a third helping of the cake so that finished it off. After dinner was over Maeve made drinks for everyone, except for Kimona who said she didn't drink, so Maeve made hers a virgin. They all sat around out on the lanai where Josh and Kimona were more part of the conversation. However, that didn't last long as the three excused themselves to go out for a walk. Josh begging out saying he was too stuffed to move.
After Emma, Maeve and Malia left, and Josh finished his drink, Kimona got up and went to the bar. A few minutes later she was back with another drink for Josh. "I thought you might like something from my home island. This is called a rum punch. It's made from light and dark rum, grenadine, pineapple, orange, and lime juice."
Josh took it and had a sip, "Very good," he told her honestly. "I've heard of rum punch, but this is my first time trying it."
Kimona scooted a chair and sat next to Josh. "So, Maeve is your personal bar tender?"