Jamaica in New York

Kingston-based correspondent covering Central America and the Caribbean.
He's coming into the office and I "should meet him."
Reputation: "nice, but a lot of women in the office have complained about him."
How come?
"He makes them uncomfortable."
Ok, but I should meet him?

Really good hair (brown and mane-like).
Glasses (must be smart and sensitive).
Grizzled (like a white man in Jamaica).
I invite him to get a drink with me.
We walk out together.
My boss sees us as we silently get up and leave.
Outside, we walk by a nice bar.
Date-worthy, or at least a place that would impress me.
He dismisses it (too fancy - I wish I remembered the exact phrase).
We go around the corner to a place that serves pulled pork sandwiches on a tray.
"Do you have beer?" he asks the girl in the hat behind the counter.
They do.
I get a pulled pork sandwich.
We talk.
He asks me if I'm promiscuous.
Politely I laugh.

I hear you're a good dancer, he says the next day in the office.

A day or two later we get lunch - dumplings uptown.
I'm away from my desk for over an hour.
But he pays.

He owns a villa on a hill that overlooks the city.

His last night, he invites me over.
I'm already on a date with another coworker.
It feels scandalous, so I turn Kingston down.
He texts me in the morning to say goodbye.

Two months later:

what brings you back? I ask.

I missed u, he says.

hahaha
how long you here for?

as long as u need me to stay