Page 73 of Enchanting the CEO

I looked back. "You would seduce me right here in the middle of the city?"

"Fuck yes," he said.

I narrowed my eyes. "Huh, really? And you think you’d get away with it?"

My smile faded; he was dead serious.

"Yes, I do believe that."

He continued to stare at me. I stared back. He didn't break eye contact even though it was a bit awkward to walk and look at each other.

"All right, stop it. You're going to start with that manifesting thing again, and maybe you'll be successful."

"Well...," he said.

I shook my head and pointed at the food truck in front of us. "We’re eating that burrito first."

Gabe kissed the side of my head and let me go.

Florence, the vendor, knew me well because I often stopped by with tourists at the end of my tour. I wasn't taking commission or anything, I simply loved her food, and I recommended it to everyone who asked me for street food.

"Diane, hi. Just you and...?" She looked at Gabe.

"And Gabe today. I'm not here with a group. I came because I'm in the mood for your burrito."

"You want the usual filling?" she asked me.

I nodded vigorously. "Yes." I glanced at Gabe. "How about you?"

"I'll take whatever you have."

"You trust me that much?"

"Implicitly," he replied.

"You're a brave man," Florence said.

"I am."

Ha, he’d hesitated a bit.

“Look, I like mine super spicy.” I decided to fess up because maybe he was one of those people who only liked a bit of pepper or chili, and I liked a whole lot of it.

"Like Florence said, I'm brave," Gabe replied.

"Okay."

Florence was truly a whiz. It always amazed me how quick she was, and everything tasted fresh. She'd once confessed that she had so many orders a day that she had to redo everything every few hours. She had slow cookers for the beans and the pulled pork. It was her own personal blend, and I loved it.

"This is amazing," Gabe said after his first bite. We’d moved a few feet away from the food truck. Sometimes I ate right at the counter, but a line had formed behind us, and I didn't want us to encroach on Florence's space.

"I know. It's really the best I've ever had."

I glanced around, imagining how I’d construct the route if I ever gave tours on my own.

“What are you thinking about?”

“Starting my own touring company instead of working in a hotel,” I blurted.

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