Seraphina's cheeks turn the most adorable shade of pink as she smiles at Jackson, her eyes sparkling. "It's so nice to meet you, Jackson. Everything smells absolutely divine!"
"Ha! Divine? Oh, honey, you have no idea. Lucian's about to corrupt you in ways you never even dreamed of. And I'm not just talking about the food." Jackson winks.
I grin at Jackson's comment, my mind already racing with all the deliciously depraved ways I plan to corrupt my sweet little angel cake. But I've got to take it slow, ease her into the beautiful world of sin and iniquity one step at a time.
"Alright, Jackson, enough with the innuendos. Just hook us up with the usual, will ya? My girl's about to have her mind blown, and I want a front-row seat to the show."
"You got it, boss. Two orders of pure, unadulterated foodgasms coming right up!"
I take Seraphina to the most epic spot in all of Alki Beach Park, a little piece of heaven that'll make you want to burst into a fucking Disney song. The view is so mind-blowingly spectacular; it's like the Seattle skyline, and the beach had a baby and named it "Fuck Yes." The skyscrapers are lit like Christmas trees, and the sand is just begging for some naked moonlit shenanigans. The sound of the waves is like nature's ultimate wingman, setting the mood for some serious romance. It's the place that makes you want to rip off your clothes and run around like a wild animal, but I've got other plans for my girl.
Jackson drops off our order, "Here ya go, man. Enjoy."
"Thanks," I say as I hand Seraphina her tacos.
Seraphina takes her first bite of that spicy pork taco, her eyes rolling back in her head like she's having a religious experience. I can almost hear the hallelujah chorus singing in the background.
It's like watching art in motion, a masterpiece of culinary ecstasy unfolding before my very eyes.
And as she moans in delight, the sound sending shockwaves of desire straight to my dick, I know I made the right choice.
"Oh mygosh," Seraphina moans, her mouth full of pure taco goodness. "This is just..." She trails off, too lost in the orgasmic flavors to even form a coherent sentence.
A dribble of taco sauce escapes the corner of her mouth, making a break for freedom down her chin. And fuck, it's the most adorable thing I've ever seen. I reach out with a napkin to wipe it away, even though every instinct in my body is screaming at me to lick it off.
Stop, Lucian. You're in public.
"Amazing?" I finish for her, taking a big-ass bite of my kimchi quesadilla and letting out a moan of my own. The flavors explode on my tongue like a fucking supernova.
I've been dreaming about this goddamn quesadilla ever since I left for Aquaria with Dani, and let me tell you, it was worth every second of the wait.
"I told you, Cupcake," I say, waggling my eyebrows at her like the smug bastard I am. "This place is the real fucking deal. Once you go Marination, you never go back."
Seraphina nods, too busy shoving another bite of taco into her face to respond. And honestly? I can't blame her. If I had to choose between talking and eating this food, I'd choose the food every damn time.
We sit here in blissful silence, stuffing our faces like a couple of stoned teenagers at a 7-Eleven. And with every bite, I can feel the stress and bullshit of the past few weeks melting away, replaced by a sense of pure contentment.
This is what happiness tastes like. Good food, good company, and not a single fuck given about the rest of the world.
Take notes, kids—this is how you do date night right.
Rhyland
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I'm fucking livid as we storm back to the car, my grip on Dani's waist tight as steel. That little stunt with the waiter? Pushing her tits in his face, eye-fucking him, flirting with him, right in front of me? She's crossed a line.
She knows damn well what that shit does to me. It's one thing for some limp-dick asshole to drool over my woman. It's a whole other level of disrespect when she's the one doing the flirting. Well, congratu-fucking-lations, baby. You've got my full attention now, and you will regret every second of it.
We left the restaurant without dessert, my anger boiling as I dragged Dani out the door. She groaned in disappointment, but I was too pissed to care.
As we walk back to the car, my eyes devour every inch of Dani. She's a fucking vision in that sinful dress. The deep red fabric clings to her curves, hugging her hips and ass in a way that makes my mouth water. The neckline plunges dangerously low, offering that dumbass waiter and anyone else a glimpse of her cleavage, her tits threatening to spill out with every breath she takes.
What the fuck was I thinking?
Her silky brown hair, now streaked with golden highlights, cascades down her bare back like a waterfall. My fingers itch to trace the line of her spine, to feel the softness of her skin under my touch.
As she walks, the dress shifts, revealing a glimpse of her toned thigh through the daring slit. My cock strains against my zipper, but my rage overshadows my lust.
