Carter
When Kenna bites into the butter-drenched lobster and moans, it sends zingers straight to my dick.
“Babe, you can’t make sounds like that in public.”
She giggles and licks her lips. Damn, she shouldn’t do that either.
“Has lobster always tasted this good?” she asks.
I shrug. “Don’t know. I haven’t eaten much of it.”
We’ve gone out on several dates over the past month. But none like this. An exclusive restaurant offering intimate, elegant ambiance with meticulous attention to detail in everything from table settings to food presentation. True fine dining. And the most expensive place I’ve ever eaten. It even puts Lloyd’s—the swankiest restaurant in Calloway Creek—to shame.
In the five weeks since ‘the big reveal,’ Kenna hasn’t so much as spent a dime on herself, apart from paying the application fee to Cal Creek University. She bought clothes for the kids. Started fixing upmyhouse. And donated money not only to the CP Foundation, but local charities such as a nearby battered women’s shelter and an animal rescue organization.
I wanted her to book a massage. A spa day. A manicure. But she refused. The woman feels guilty spending money on the one person who deserves it the most: her.
Ironically, I’m the one who’ll be paying for tonight’s meal. With no more loan payments on the business, not to mention business has picked up a bit after the initial wane, I find my own bank account has grown enough to start Christian’s college fund and have some leftover for ‘frivolous’ nights such as this one.
She’ll protest when the check comes. But this is one night I’m going to get my way. And if my luck holds out,everythingabout this night will go my way.
She looks around at the other patrons pensively. “What do you think all these people do to be able to afford this place? Do you think anyone else here won the lottery?”
I laugh. “Considering the odds of winning are about one in three hundred million, I seriously doubt it.”
She puts down her fork, suddenly looking sad. “Why me, Carter? Why was I the one in three hundred million? There are so many other people who deserve it. Whoneedit.”
“Sweetheart, one of the things I love about you is how altruistic you are. Instead of asking ‘why me’ because of all the bad things in your life, you’re asking it about the one incredible thing.”
Her smile returns. “There arewaymore incredible things that have happened to me, Carter.”
“Really?” I prod. “Such as…?”
She giggles, sinking another piece of lobster into drawn butter. “Well let’s see, there’s Amelia.”
“Of course,” I reply.
“And there’s Calloway Creek.”
I nod. “Yup.”
“Your son is pretty darn incredible.”
“Agreed.” I stare her down as I take a sip of wine. “Is that all?”
Just to make me suffer, she takes her time chewing her food, and…damn it… moaning.
“Oops,” she says playfully as I feel her bare foot graze the general area of my crotch. “I did it again.”
“Quoting Britney Spears songs?” I chuckle.
“Says the man who quotes Dr. Seuss books like they’re the Bible.”
I trap her foot with my hand and squeeze it. “Answer the question, Kenna. Is that all?”
“Men.” She rolls her eyes. “Always having to be coddled and assured.”
“So put me out of my misery and coddle me, woman.”
