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A grin lit up his handsome face before Trey glanced over at her after retrieving their food and said, “Yo’ fine ass already know why. You wanna eat out on the patio or go across the street and eat at the lil’ secluded picnic area in between the trees? The cedar wood gazebo is screened in and provides really nice shade. The restaurant owns the spot. The tables are constantly cleaned, and they have napkins, hand sanitizer, and wet naps on each of the six tables.”

As they exited the building, Bleu said, “If we still have time to sit and eat before the appliance store closes, we can eat at the picnic area.”

“We still have time,” Trey said, checking the time on his watch.

“Okay.” Her cheeks lifted into a big smile as they headed across the dirt road. “God, that food smells so good. I haven’t eaten anything but a piece of 7UP pound cake I made this morning. I am starving.”

“Why is that all you ate today?” Trey asked just as they reached the table. He placed their food in front of Bleu and sat on one side while she slid onto the seat across from him.

Bleu shrugged as she started pulling their food out of the bag. “I just get super busy and forget. Because I have to be at work so early most days, I hardly have time to cook myself a decent breakfast. But I usually grab an apple or whatever kinda fruit I have at home to hold me over until lunchtime, but I was all out this morning. I’ll also order a carryout from Sasha’s Egg Box, but I still won’t end up eating until it’s almost time to go home for the evening.”

“Nah, Bleu, you gotta do better,” Trey said, biting into his first taco and devouring it in three bites. “Take care of your body so it’ll take care of you. Unless you’re hit with a medical diagnosis that’s out of your control, you’re gonna wanna cherish your temple. And even if something like that happens, you cherish it even more. But if your cake is any good, I’ll pay you to make me one. I love 7up cake. It’s my favorite. I haven’t been able to find anyone to make it just as good or better than my grandma.”

“I hear you,” she said, biting into her taco. “I’m gonna do better. And my cake tastes damn delicious.”

“Oh yeah,” he said, licking his lips.

“Yeah, I’ll make you one. You don’t have to pay me. It can be my thank you for today. I’ll even hold the poison,” She giggled. “It’s the least I can do for you since you used your gas to drive me out here, and you paid for my food. So yeah, I got you.”

“I appreciate you for not tryin’ to kill a nigga. I like the sound of you having my back. That shit sounds real good.”

“Tuh,” Smiling, Bleu rolled her eyes and said, “I just bet you do. Oh, oh my goodness. This taco tastes amazing. Ooooh wow,” she said after biting into her chicken taco before she grabbed a napkin to wipe the salsa from the corner of her mouth.

When she darted her tongue from between her lips, Trey groaned. That simple act had his dick jumping all over the damn place. Everything about her turned him on since the day they met, and that shit has only intensified since she gave him some of that sweet ass pussy.

“Told you these tacos slap. Wait until you try the steak, lamb, and pork chop ones. The fresh guacamole and fresh chips hit, too. I drive out here at least two times a week after work.”

Bleu nodded as she finished her tacos and went for another. She understood his desire for frequent visits to this place.

For a minute, the two slipped into a comfortable silence as they finished their food. Glancing up at him after wiping her mouth, she found herself staring at him a little longer than she intended. But she couldn’t help it. Trey was the kinda fine that a woman dropped everything she was doing at any given moment and bent the fuck over to serve him the pussy. She had to quickly look away from the arch of his bushy brows, his blemish-free skin, and his soft-ass lips. Everything about him held this kinda seductive nature to it. ‘I have a question for you now.” Bleu broke the silence to satisfy her curiosity.

“Wassup, ask away.” He urged her as he devoured his third taco, then washed it down with a cup of homemade lemonade.

“What’s your story, Trey? Why leave Michigan? I think that’s the state I heard you say you were from at the town hall introduction meeting when you first arrived.”

“Yeah, that’s correct.” He wiped his mouth with a napkin. “I was born and raised in Detroit, Michigan.”

She nodded. “Okay, so why leave city life in the north to come all the way to a small Georgia town to live? Also,” She paused a moment to sip her sweet tea. “There were several other little towns much closer to Atlanta that you could’ve moved to. Why pass up those much better business and housing opportunities to come to our little off-the-beaten-path town that you wouldn’t even be able to find if you weren’t looking for it?”

“Well, I looked at all the other small towns in Georgia and other states. I actually intended to move to a small town in Colorado.”

“Really?” she asked; her interest was genuinely piqued.

“Yup, I found a job and everything. But a few weeks before the move, I went to Savannah to visit my cousins Austin and Vivian, who had moved from Michigan several years back. While I was visiting, my cousin Austin couldn’t stop talking about this bakery and this little town called Pleasureville Bay that he couldn’t get enough of. He also said that when he needs a break from life, he comes to Pleasureville to relax and unwind for a few days. So I’m like, shit, let’s slide through so I can see if I get the same vibe.”

“I guess you did, huh?!”

“Mannnn, we weren't even in Pleasureville for an hour, and I was like, forget Colorado, I’m moving here. Sweet Hive Bakery has the best of everything. Between the good food, peacefulness, the bookstore, the pace of the town, and whatever else pulled me into this quaint little place, I was sold. Pleasureville just spoke to my heart, and I needed a place to live that would feed my spirit like soul food. I felt an instant peace when I came for a visit and when I moved in. Well, until I met yo’ mean ass.”

“Uht, whatever,” Bleu smiled as she raised her head from sipping her beverage and met him with an annoyed frown. “You the one who was blasting music like a crazy person, Trey. Hell, you weren’t even here a week, and you were hosting poker nights and BBQs. You were hammering shit at the ass crack of dawn and mowing ya lawn and doing hedge and landscaping work at six thirty in the damn morning. You were screwing hoes on your back porch and even⁠—"

“Listen, I’m an early riser. I like to get shit done asap. By eight in the morning, half the day is gone. So I just like to get a head start on the day. Also, I like to get shit done before I go to work.”

“It’s still insane, and it’s not how we do things in Pleasureville. We’re mostly courteous to our neighbors. And we don’t screw folks to the point that the sex disturbs our neighbors.”

“Listen Bleu, just say yo’ fine ass is jealous that I ain’t dicking you down on the regular. You ain’t gotta do all this extra yapping just because you feel a way. You want some more dick?” Trey smirked, then swiped a mint from her hand that she retrieved from their bag.

“You wish,” Bleu rolled her eyes as a grin spread across her lips. “Get your mind out of the gutter and answer my other question, Trey. What prompted you to make the move to Pleasureville?”