Page 128 of Emergence and Ascendance

Scotlyn could have easily told me fuck me and my plans, I just wasn't easily accepting that.

Now that there was no confusion about what was going on between me and Scotlyn, I decided to lighten the mood with something that would give her a sense of our city. I drove usto The Metropolitan, let valet take my car, and headed to the elevator. It opened directly onto the rooftop and Scotlyn smiled big as hell when we stepped out of the elevator.

They had the entire thing completely transformed for Taste of the City. String lights hung over our heads and pop-up stations for the city's most frequented restaurants were arranged around the perimeter of the space.

"It's pretty up here."

"Yeah, they did their thing. They always have something going on up here."

"Come on." We headed to the set up Divine Vines had for a wine tasting booth.

"Is Niama here?"

"No, she's actually the one who told me about this. She has a wedding tonight at the vineyard, so it's just her staff."

I flagged down the server and lifted two miniature tumblers of the signature blend Scotlyn liked. "I figured we should start with something familiar."

Scotlyn accepted her cup and took a sip, closing her eyes briefly. "So perfect. I think this has crack in it because I'm addicted."

"Good to know my taste in wine meets your approval."

"My taste in wine but your taste in everything else seems to meet my approval lately."

"I'll take that." I lifted her empty glass and dropped both in a nearby trash can before we moved through the crowd and took our time stopping at various stations while she decided what she wanted to sample. First up was Seasonal Sweets. Scotlyn had my dick hard moaning and enjoying a chocolate raspberry tart that had me making a mental note to have some sent to the house for her. I forced her to try their chocolate chip cookies, which was one of my favorites, and she added that to her list too before we moved on to Redmond's Soul Food where I grabbed a plate offried chicken wings, greens, mashed potatoes, mac and cheese, and cornbread for us to share.

"Are you trying to make me fat?"

"I'm trying to learn your preferences for future meals. We already had this conversation." I stole a bite of her cornbread. "Research."

"Is that what we're calling it?"

"Yes, very important research. I need to know if you're a dessert first person or if you save the best for last."

"Depends on the dessert." The way her eyes were on me and moved down my chest past my waist had my dick thickening. While I struggled with the thought of dragging her back to the elevator so we could leave, she sampled the mac and cheese and groaned appreciatively. "Okay, this might be worth getting fat for."

Before I could respond, a familiar voice interrupted us. "Christian!"

Zoree walked up and stopped beside me with a small plastic cup of bourbon in her hand with Black Ops printed on the side. "Scotlyn, hey, good to see you again."

"You too. What's that?"

"Christian, please don't tell me she doesn't know about this." Zoree lifted the cup.

"She drinks wine."

"I drink more than wine." She narrowed her eyes at me. "The first drink we ever had was bourbon."

"It had better been Black Ops." Zoree looked right at me and I chuckled.

"It was."

"Oh, is that what you have?"

"Yes, it's mine."

"Yours? Dom know you're claiming his shit?"

"Why you always fucking with my wife, Christian?" Dom walked up behind his wife and kissed her neck.

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