When I arrive at Venom, Flex is waiting at the bar with a bottle of Scotch, as promised.
“Hey, brother.”
I take a seat beside him and drain my glass before letting him refill it. “That’s some good Scotch.”
“So, what’s got you sitting here talking to me rather than finding a willing sub for the evening?”
“I just had a strange night at the restaurant.”
“Elaborate,” he says as he pours me another drink.
“Are you trying to get me drunk, Flex?”
“Don’t worry, you delicate flower. I’ll pour you into a cab when we’re done.”
“So, I have this waitress, Aspen.”
“You’re fucking an employee? Not a good idea.”
“No!But I want to.” I explain everything, and even as I sit here, just thinking about her has my cock twitching.
“I’m not the right person to talk to about friends with benefits. Clearly, I was terrible at it. I’m fucking delighted about it, but by definition, I failed the separation of sex and friendship.”
“We’re not even friends. Tonight is the most we’ve interacted, but fuck me, Flex, the way this woman knows food is sexy as hell.”
“Whatever floats your boat. Food kink is kinda hot.”
“Don’t get me wrong, she’s fucking stunning, and holy shit, when she called meSir, I was ready to shoot my load.”
“I’m assuming she’s not in the lifestyle, or you’d be balls deep inside her right now.”
“She’s this sweet, twenty-six-year-old, beautiful woman who loves food as much as I do. I told her to meet me at Dulip on Monday to cook something for me. Everyone needs a chance, right?”
“Okay. You’re going to be her mentor. If you don’t plan to fuck her, I’m not seeing the problem.”
“Well, I was considering putting her to work in the Venom rooftop restaurant.” A shit-eating grin spreads across his face. “Don’t even say it.”
“I need to meet this woman.”
“No… you don’t.”
“Why are you so wound up about this? Fuck her. Don’t fuck her. Teach her. Don’t teach her. You’re in control. You’re Ryder-fucking-Stevens.”
“After Tessa…”
“What does she have to do with it? This woman is a food kink waiting to happen.”
“I am second-guessing whether or not to give this woman a chance. She deserves a shot. Maybe her cooking sucks, and it’s not a big deal. No harm, no foul. But I don’t trust myself to be the stand-up guy. I’ve never been so turned on by a woman’s moan in all my life.”
“She moaned? What did you do?”
“She tasted my food. You should have seen her face. It was fucking orgasmic.”
“Maybe you’re worrying about nothing, and she’s repelled by your good looks and charm.” That gets me laughing. He’s not wrong. Maybe I’m not her type. She could hate guys with blond hair and blue eyes.
“Ipraisedher.” He sprays the bar with a mouthful of Scotch, laughing his head off.
“What the fuck did you say?”
