Mountain Storm

Chapter 5

Malik POV

I was standing at the bar drying a glass and in deep conversation with Harold when the four of them walked in. I nodded in their direction when I saw Beth, but turned my attention back to Harold. I didn't bother to notice who was all with Beth, she comes here quite often, and usually it's with different friends. So I don't pay any attention unless she calls me over to try and hook me up with one of them.

I almost dropped my glass when I heard a familiar voice order a tequila sunrise, her favorite drink. I looked at her from the corner of my eyes, not turning my head. I acted like I did not see her and laughed at Harold's joke.

The waitress came up to the bar with their order and I started working on the drinks. The order did not reflect her usual two stemmed cherries. I made the drinks and placed the cherries on the bottom of the glass instead of on top.

The waitress took the drinks over and handed them out. I turn my head and watch as Lisa stirs the liquid and the two cherries float to the top. I see her mouth open and she gasps. She looks up and our eyes meet. I gave her a smile and nodded my head in her direction. She turns the corners of her mouth up slightly.

I turned my gaze back to Harold, acting cool, but underneath my heart was pounding, my palms were sweating, and it felt like an elephant was on my chest. I hadn't seen her in ten years. She should not affect me this way. I have had other girls since then, but the relationships didn't last long. I know it was just one night with her, but no one compared. Her laugh, her smile, her scent, her everything was no match.

Lisa POV

When I saw the two cherries float to the top, I knew instantly. He's the only one who knows what I order with a tequila sunrise. I looked up, and he was staring right at me with a small grin on his face. He nodded his head, and for a moment I could see what I thought was pain in his eyes. I gave him a little grin, and he turned his head back to the man in front of him.

I grabbed Beth's arm, and she turned to look at me, I whispered under my breath, "what in the world Beth, why didn't you tell me he works here?"

"Because I know you, you wouldn't have come, and besides, he's the owner, not just a bartender. You two have something in common now." She said with a sinister smile as she sipped her rum and coke.

Beth was the only one in our group that knew about that night. The night I was home on spring break and had a few too many drinks with just him. I told her in detail about everything. When I woke up the next morning, I could not believe what we had done. I caught the next flight back to Le Cordon Bleu, in Paris, France. I never came back, until yesterday.

I watched as he left the bar and went into the kitchen. I excused myself and went to the ladies' room. I stood there looking at myself in the mirror 'What am I doing?' I thought to myself. 'I should just get out of here, I can't do this, this is a mistake.' I splashed some cool water on my wrists and tried to control my breathing. I opened the bathroom door, and jumped, he was standing in the hallway leaning up against the wall with his arms crossed over his chest.

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"Hello there." He said as he grinned and raised an eyebrow at me.

A small gasp escaped my lips. "Hi Malik. How have you been?"

"Good and you?"

"Not too bad."

"Sorry to hear about Gram. I was devastated to hear she passed. I'm going to miss her. She always treated me like I was a brother to you guys."

"Thanks," I said as I looked down at my hands.

"Is there anything I can do for you?"

"Well actually, have you heard from my brother lately? I haven't been able to get in touch with him since I found out she died, and I don't think he knows."

"Last time I spoke with him was a week ago."

I dropped my shoulders and sighed. "OK, well I better get back to my friends, it was nice seeing you again. If you hear from him can you let me know?" I asked as I walked past him.

"Sure, no problem." He remained up against the wall with his arms crossed over his chest as I walked back to the table.

Malik POV

Her scent was enticing as she walked by me. It made me think of that night. I turned around, and watched as she swayed her way back to the table. Lisa had curves and in all the right places. I pictured holding on to those hips and thrusting into her. My c**k started to twitch. 'OK Malik, get ahold of yourself.'

I walked back to the bar and got back to work. I kept looking over at their table all evening.

I often thought about Lisa over the years and what she was doing, and now she is in my bar and I can't get her off my mind. I often kicked myself for not chasing after her, but she was in school to be a chef halfway across the world. I waited for her to return after her graduation, but she never did. I found out later from Logan that she actually started working at a restaurant in Georgia as a sous chef and then made her way up to head chef. It was four years ago that she was able to open her own restaurant in Savanah.

Lisa POV

I sat back down with my friends, and looked at the menu, "is anyone else hungry? I'm starving."

After dinner, we decided to hit the dance floor for some country line dancing. I had not been dancing in so long, it felt good to finally let go and relax a little.

My life in Georgia is mostly professional. I don't have any friends outside of work, so I spend my time off creating new recipes in my kitchen at home or watching Hallmark movies. God, my life is pathetic. I haven't had s*x in over a year and that was even a bad experience.

After Beth dropped me off at home in the early morning hours, I decided to take a cool shower. My skin was sticky from all the sweating on the dance floor. The cool water felt good.

Flashes of the evening kept creeping into my mind. Seeing him leaning up against the wall, his blue eyes that seemed to look right into my soul, the way his tattooed muscles looked, his full beard and dark hair. I closed my eyes and left the water trickle through my hair and down my body. I moved my hands to my breast, caressing them and squeezing my n*****s. The soft pink skin hardened and grew. I leaned back against the shower wall, and slid my hands down my body, finding my folds, I gently spread them and found my sensitive bud. I slowly started to circle it. I reached under with my other hand and found my opening. I placed a finer inside and could feel my walls squeeze my finger. I started to circle the little bud faster as I could feel my orgasm build. I bucked against the wall as my juices flowed down my hand.

I woke to the sound of a motorcycle purring then stopping in front of the house.