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“No, do it for you and your baby. You break this cycle. I love you so much honey.”

I place my face on my mother’s chest, and I begin to cry. “I love you too, Ma.”

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TAREK

Two charcuterie boards, several cups of coffee and bathroom breaks, I don’t want her to go. Being in her presence is like basking in the glow of a sun.

Her sense of humor is macabre and bubbly at the same time. The way she explains things and tells a story is exhilarating. Everything through her eyes feels fresh and new and I want to explore it. There is also a hidden truth. I find pleasure in watching her eat. I stood from afar, watching her devour each meal that was presented to her. It has been ages since I saw someone shimmy their shoulders, dancing at the table all because the food is good. There is something about the way she places a fork in her mouth. The way her eyes close as she savors the meal. It’s almost…erotic. I will take that back, it’s not almost…it is.

The restaurant is now empty; my staff is currently cleaning up the main dining room. Normally I would be in the Look Out with Marco, discussing the night, and the things we can improve tomorrow. Closing off the register. Marco will have to take care of that tonight.

I haven’t laughed and felt this relaxed in a new person’s presence in a long while.

“Shit, it’s 1:30. I think I should go. Can you please pass me my jacket?”

I clutch my jacket in my arms wanting to say, “No.” I meant it that no.

Reluctantly I pass the jacket to her. “I enjoyed this, friend of Rhet’s PA.”

“You think they will be all right?” she asks, throwing the jacket over her shoulders.

“Between us, I think they will be more than all right.” I stand stretching my hand out for her to take it.

I have heard in books you feel a snap of energy when you meet someone you like. To me it’s more like a pleasant warm tingle running up the length of my arm.

“Let me walk you to your car.” I still haven’t released her hand.

The sliding glass doors swish open and a chilly air nips at my skin.

The valet rushes to get her car.

“Thank you for an unforgettable night, Mr. Fairisles.” She genuinely meant that. It wasn’t to get in my pants, to make me fall in love. She’s telling the truth.

“Let’s do this again sometime.”

The valet brings her car to a halt in front of the stairs.

“Yes.” She slides into her car, while I stand and hold the door open for her.

“I’m serious I own several restaurants; I would love to sit and share a meal with you again.” I pull my phone out and pass it to her.

“Okay.” Her fingers move quickly over my keyboard. “If I don’t answer, leave a text. By the way, your phone security needs updating.”

The phone slips back into my palm and I close the door. I flash my number on her phone. “I got it.”

“It’s a pity you’re not attracted to me Penelope.” I want to bend and kiss her good night, but I don’t.

“Yes, Mr. Fairisles, it’s a pity.” If she bites her bottom lip one more time…

“Good night, Penelope.”

“Good night, Tarek.” With a small wave, she speeds off, leaving tire marks behind.

Yeah, Penelope will definitely be seeing me again. May be sooner than later.

Normally around this time, I would be heading to my club Nowhere, see who is performing for the night, have a drink or two. After hanging out with Penelope, all I want to do is call her back so we can talk some more about anything.

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