I grinned as she reached forward, securing the contract and sliding it into a folder. “That move about the cabin thing was lame as fuck, but you got it.”
Sovoya was onto her next client before my ass left the chair. I made my way to Somee who was no longer on a call, swiping through Skroll and pausing on an article about my situation at Tranquil Breeze. When she noticed me standing over her, Somee’s eyes lifted at the same time that she tilted the phone toward me with one hand, signing “wow” with the other.
“It was consensual,”I signed with a shrug.“I’m all done, lunch?”
“Starving, yes.”She stood and arched her back to stretch before she tucked her phone inside her purse which she then draped across her body.
Sovoya waved to Somee on our way to the door which she returned before giving me shit.“I’m sure it was consensual but you were sleeping with your massage therapists.”
“Their idea, not mine, and who was I to deny them the ability to provide exceptional customer service.”
Her eyes rolled hard and I chuckled as we left the building heading to my truck. When we reached the Range, I hit the locks,but pinned Somee between my body and the passenger door instead of letting her inside right away.
I dipped my head so my face hovered over hers.“I’m a new man. That was the old me. The only happy endings I want are the ones you’re willing to provide.”
I stole a kiss and pulled her into me and out of the way so I could open the door waiting while she climbed in.“Do you have a taste for anything?”
“Nope, you pick.”
“Bet.”
We made the drive to Nawlins, which served Creole food that rivaled some of the most well-known establishments in Louisiana. A hostess provided a booth near the back left corner of the restaurant where the seating allowed us a bit of privacy even though there were still a few customers at booths near us.
It was easy to block them out with the woman seated across from me. The vibe was chill with dim lighting, framed pictures of New Orleans’ French Quarter on the walls, and tables repurposed from weathered wood. An old school R&B soul station was playing, muffling the conversations of others nearby.
Somee hadn’t been sure what to order, so I took the liberty of handling the task and the table was completely full with more than either of us could finish in one sitting. That was saying a lot because I never met a meal I didn’t like.
I ordered Cajun jambalaya for Somee while I had crawfish etouffee. I added two platters, a Swamp and Bayou because it had blackened alligator which Somee wanted to try. The first half of our meal was comfortable, with very little conversation until we cleared half the food on the table and Somee had downed two Creole cocktails made with rye whisky and had her eyes low. She was currently sipping a Café Brûlot, grinning, cute as hell. She was tipsy.
“Have you ever been to New Orleans?”she signed lazily.
“Football, so yeah.”
Her brows pinched before a soft smile eased onto her face.“Right, I forgot.”
Yeah, her ass was tipsy.
“Is the food this good?”
“Some of it, yeah. Not everybody gets it right. You have to come up outta the French Quarter loop to get the good stuff. I know a few spots, but honestly, this…”I motioned to the table.“Is just as good or even better.”
“You have something to compare it to. I don’t.”She shrugged and lifted the mug, sampling what was left of her drink.
“You never been?”
Somee’s head shook slowly.“You were my first, remember?”
I grinned and arched a brow and she added,“First flight.”
“There are other ways to get places.”
“There are but I’ve never traveled anywhere but here to Crescent Falls.”
“We’re gonna fix that then. Where do you want to go first?”
“You’re going to take me somewhere?”
“I’m going to take you everywhere.”
