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"Please don’t make me change my mind."
He flashed a sexy grin and leaned down, letting his lips brush my ear. “I’m cool with you changing your mind because that means I don’t have to wait to put my hands on you.”
“Can we go?” My voice was shaky because I was very close to saying fuck dinner and fuck me instead.
He smirked and motioned to the door, staying behind me while I stepped outside. I locked up and we were on our way with my stomach doing crazy things. The entire drive to the restaurant I suffered through the assault of his cologne and the sexual tension lingered between the two of us. Omiri kept his hand on my thigh and had his eyes on me between moving through traffic. The worst part was that I was comfortable in this space and comfortable with him.
I was starting to believe this man had a hookup and access to everything in the city. We made it to the restaurant and parked in a private lot before taking an exclusive entrance that led us through the back straight to our private dining room.
The dining room was small and only had one table set up for us. A server was waiting and greeted us, explaining how things would work. We were given silk blindfolds to wear throughout the three-course meal hand selected by the chef. The goal was to heighten our other senses. She wished us luck and mentioned that our food would be served shortly.
"This is either going to be fun or a complete disaster." I grinned widely while Omiri pulled my chair out and waited for me to get seated. After I was situated, he secured the blindfold around my eyes.
"With you? Probably both." I swung my head, trying to detect where his voice was coming from and gave up, lifting the end of my blindfold just in time to catch him tying his on.
“Have you done this before?”
“Nah, it’s not really my thing.”
“Then why come?”
“My agent knows the chef, Sasha something…”
“Sasha Cooks Shit,” I blurted out. I was obsessed with her social media accounts and had even tried several of her cook with me meals where she walked you through every step from shopping to table. Her food was good as hell and never complicated to make.
“You know her?”
“Yes, I know her. I cook with her all the time on Skroll.”
“I knew your ass was gonna be down with this shit.” I could hear the smile in his voice and didn’t care that he was teasing me.
“Careful, that might be you actually caring about what I like.”
He chuckled just before I heard someone enter.
Omiri and I both peeked, lifting our masks at the same time just in time to see a man with a tray that housed two metal covered plates. He filled our glasses with wine then placed the food in front of us.
“Okay, if we doing this, we’re not going to cheat. No more peeking,” I demanded and he nodded but I could tell he wasn’t really feeling it. The server explained that our first course was pan-seared chicken breast with a walnut cherry glaze and fried greens, but all I could focus on was trying to navigate my fork without knocking over my glass.
"How the hell am I supposed to eat if I can’t see what I’m doing?" I mumbled.
“By making a big ass mess and how about you skip the knife. I don’t know if I trust you with that shit while you can’t see where you’re aiming it.” I grinned.
“You scared of me?”
“Hell yeah I am. You’re mean as hell when you can’t get what you want.”
My smile expanded. “Then you’re safe. I currently have food and wine. Everything I want.”
“Damn, so I can’t get any play?”
“You provided the food and wine, so you’re safe and getting all the play.”
By the time I managed to get the first bite in my mouth, I moaned. “Oh God, this is good.”
“I don’t see how you know. You got that shit all over your face.”
“Which you wouldn’t know if you weren’t cheating.”
