St. Kitts Seduction
"Sugar plantation historian Dr. Marlene Baptiste shows visiting professor Thomas that St. Kitts preserves more than history—it preserves passions that burn as hot as the Caribbean sun."
The old plantation house had seen centuries of history. But Thomas only had eyes for his guide.
Dr. Marlene Baptiste moved through the rooms with authority, her thick body commanding attention even as her words commanded respect. Dark skin, silver-streaked hair, curves that her linen dress couldn't contain.
"Questions, Professor?"
"About the history? Or about you?"
She smiled. "Both can be explored."
The exploration began professionally. The sugar trade. The architecture. The cultural transformations. She knew everything.
Dinner on her veranda, overlooking cane fields turned golden by sunset.
"Yuh know why I love this place?" she asked.
"Tell me."
"Because passion built it. Passion and suffering. I want to understand both."
"And have you?"
Her eyes met his. "The suffering, yes. The passion... mi still researching."
Research took them to her bedroom, where centuries-old beams witnessed something timeless.
"I don't do this," she said.
"I know."
"Yuh different. Academic. Real." She kissed him softly. "Make mi feel like the history is alive."
That thick body held stories too. Scars and pleasures, strength and surrender. He learned her like a text, reading every curve.
"Yes! Thomas! There!"
She came apart in his arms, rebuilt herself, came apart again. Layers of her, like layers of the land outside.
"Don't stop. Not yet."
He didn't stop. Through the night, through dawn, through morning where they watched the sunrise over cane.
"Stay," she said. "Visiting professor position. One semester."
"Just one?"
"We start with one." She kissed him. "See where the research leads."
The research led to a second semester. Then a permanent position. Then a ring.
Dr. Thomas Baptiste now co-runs the historical society with his wife.
St. Kitts seduced him.
Marlene claimed him.
History, alive and breathing.