Page 8 of Continuum

I penetrated the firm top layer, scooping custard onto my spoon. “You are an executive at your job doing God knows what—”

“I’ve explained my job,” he snickered, clearly amused.

Waving him off, I continued. “And you don’t work your way to where you are at age forty without seizing opportunities along the way and making decisions. I just wonder if you just go with the flow and do whatever in your personal life because you have to be so rigid at work.” I put the spoonful in my mouth and the moment the flavor hit my tongue, my eyes closed. “Mm mm mmmm.”

When I opened my eyes, I found him staring at me.

“I… I can’t remember what I was about to say,” he admitted with a sheepish grin.

“I was asking you if you typically go for all the options.”

Holding my gaze, he licked his lips. “I only go for the ones that are worth it.”

I knew the look he was giving me. There was no way he was going to be a gentleman tonight. Under the table, I squeezed my thighs together. I could almost hear my pussy screaming,FINALLY!

Horny didn’t adequately describe where I was in my life.

“Why are you looking at me like that?” He grinned, leading me to think he knew exactly what I was thinking.

“Just…”—I licked my lips and smiled— “enjoying the view.”

He grinned in a way that let me know that if his caramel-colored skin was a few shades lighter, his blushing would’ve been noticeable.

“I’m glad I broke my rule and approached you at that coffee shop,” Jordan said, dipping his head to the side.

“You don’t normally approach women?”

“I don’t compete, so I don’t normally approach women who are on a date.”

I laughed. “I wasn’t on a date. The man just bought me coffee.”

“Well, I’m just glad he walked away and gave me a chance to introduce myself.” He smirked. “And I’m glad you said yes.”

I quirked an eyebrow. “So, what made you break your rule?”

“Because I knew I would regret walking out of there and not talking to you.” Looking slightly uncomfortable at the admission, he changed the subject quickly. “What about you? When was the last time you broke a rule?”

I pursed my lips as I considered the question. “I don’t know… I’m not much of a rule breaker.”

“Aisha Young isn’t a rule breaker?”

“There’s never a need to break any rules because I live in the moment and make my own.”

“You know what?” he started, amusement riddling his voice. “I have no doubt about that.”

I finished my crème brulee just as he finished his tarte tatin.

“I think I might’ve eaten too much,” he announced. “I’m stuffed.”

If I knew him better, there were so many things I would’ve said in response. But I kept it cute.

“How was it?” I asked.

“The mousse is the best thing here. That’s why I was trying to get you to order one. Or at the very least taste it.”

“Yeah, but I don’t like mousse…”

“Because you’ve never had this mousse.”

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