Moni raised her eyebrows. “What?”
“I never have fun like this.”
“No cookouts?”
“None. We do feasts, but like the formal stuff.”
“Like the one at the hotel in Glory?”
I thought back to that first night when I’d seen Moni all done up in that beautiful blue gown.
Lust hummed through me.
“Yes. Like the feast at the hotel or even on Mount Utopia.” I gestured to everyone partying around us. “But this is different.”
“It is.”
“I want to do more things like this.”
“Well. . .” She grabbed my hand and squeezed it. “Lucky for you, I am all about celebrating when times are good. We just have to make sure that Jo doesn’t get everyone high again.”
“That might have been the best part.” I checked Jo.
She was still licking Chef Foo’s signature barbecue off her fingers.
With a big sigh, she leaned back in her chair and wiped her mouth with a napkin. She caught me watching her and spoke, “Banks is about to lose bad. There’s no way he’s beating these dishes.”
Moni shrugged. “You never know. Banks can throw down.”
Jo popped another piece of cuttlefish into her mouth. “Listen. I’m about to get me a sexy Chinese girl who can cook like this.”
Moni frowned and looked at her sister. “You can’t say that.”
“Why not?”
“Because it’s fetishizing a race—”
Jo cut her off with a laugh. “And I’m about to fetish the hell out of her if she can make evenoneof these dishes. Fetish her all night long.”
Moni shook her head. “I’m done with you.”
Jo turned her gaze to me. “You know any single chicks here in the East that can cook, but also like chicks?”
“I do.” I thought about my harem. “In fact, a large group of them are out of a job and might be eager—”
“Eh.” Moni hit my side. “Don’t even think about it.”
Maybe, I am too high.
DJ Hendrix put on Michael Jackson’sPretty Young Thing, which told me that Dima’s men had finished their conversation with him.
I checked Dima.
He wore a satisfied smirk while Rose frowned at him.
DJ Hendrix roared over the song, “Now who’s ready for our next contestant?”
The crowd roared.