Page 82 of Made to Love Ya

Kenyatta pulled the door open, and to my surprise, Izael stood on the other side with flowers in one hand and a blanket in the other.

“What’s that for?” I asked, and Kenyatta looked between the two of us, smiled, winked, and stated, “Have fun, kids.”

She pranced out of the office, and Izael walked in. He set the blanket on the chair Kenyatta had just abandoned.

“These are for the beautiful lady in my life,” Izael explained and handed me the bouquet of tulips.

I sniffed them and looked up at him. “They’re so beautiful and smell wonderful. Thank you, baby. But why?”

“Because I love you? Do I need a reason why?”

“No. You don’t. But the blanket?”

“Well, it’s a little after six, and I was hoping that you would be ready to check out of here and join me across the street for a picnic in the park. It’s wine down Wednesday.”

“Oh, that’s right. They’ve got jazz artists over there.”

“Exactly. And they’ve got food vendors and a wine bar.”

“Well, let’s go. But I need to find somewhere to put these first,” I stated, holding the flowers up.

“Amerie is on her way in here. She saw me on the way in and rushed to the breakroom to get a vase for you,” he stated, referring to our receptionist.

I shut my computer down and gathered my things just as Amerie showed up.

“Here, let me take those for you. I’ll trim the stems and put them in water for you. They’ll be sitting on your desk when you return in the morning,” Amerie explained.

“Thank you, sweetheart,” I replied.

“Honey, thank that good man you’ve got,” she stated with a wink.

I smiled at Izael, who smiled back at me. He took my hand, grabbed the blanket, and led me out and down the hallway to the front doors. Within half an hour, we had grabbed a couple of hot dogs, some chips, and wine, and we were settled on our blanket toward the rear of the park.

Jazz music played, and a soft, gentle breeze wrapped around us. I discovered that Izael had two blankets. We sat on the biggest, fluffiest one, and he used the other one to lay across my lap. I wasn’t sure why because it wasn’t cold. It was the middle of June, and although it wasn’t scorching hot, I definitely didn’t need a blanket, but I didn’t question it.

“How are you feeling about not winning the James Beard award?” I asked when we had finished our food.

He had gone to Chicago a little over a week ago for the ceremony. I wasn’t able to attend with him because I was just starting my role atBold Beautiful Black Girlmagazine.

“I’m good, baby. I told you that I was.”

“I know, but still, I worry about the damage that I caused.”

“You didn’t cause any damage. You opened our eyes to a few things, and I don’t doubt with all the changes that Chef Caesar implemented we will get it next year.”

“I hope so.”

“Don’t worry about all that. Come here and give your man some love,” he stated and patted his lap.

I crawled onto his lap, and he wrapped his arms around me and nuzzled my neck. Izael pulled the blanket on me once more as we listened to the smooth sounds of Candy Dulfer as she showcased her expertise on the saxophone.

Izael bunched the skirt of my sundress up in his fingers and slid his other hand up my thigh. When his fingers reached the edge of my panties, I giggled.

“Okay, sir. Now, I understand the purpose of the blanket in this weather.”

“Definitely plan to bring you all the pleasure,” he murmured as he kissed my neck and slipped his fingers into my pussy.

“Zae, people are going to know what we’re doing.”

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