Page 52 of Pleasuring Professor Pisces
“Hello. Salem? Koi?” the dark-haired man with aviator shades greeted us.
“Yes,” we replied at the same time.
“I’m John Hall. Welcome to Cherokee Tours. It will be my pleasure to take you on a tour of the city. Now, before we get started, I have a list of housekeeping things I’d like to go over with you all for safety’s sake and to improve your experience.”
We both nodded and listened intently as he went over the rules with us. When we finished, he asked if we had any questions. I told him that we didn’t, and we climbed into the helicopter.
We were going on a one-hour tour over the city, across the Chattahoochee River, over Lake Albree, through downtown and Cherokee Falls, and over the springs. Koi looked at me and clapped her hands together in glee after we buckled in and donned our headsets.
“I’m so excited that I could scream, baby,” Koi declared into her microphone.
“Please don’t. I don’t think John will like that.”
Our pilot chuckled. “If you look down below, you can see Astor Hall and its famous Cherokee Rose swimming pool. The roses are said to blossom in the spring at the bottom of the pool, remain in bloom until the fall, and then they close again before winter. They never die.”
We looked down into the pool and saw the famed roses, along with the mural of the Trail of Tears that told the visual story of the Cherokee tribe being forced from their land.
“Look at the springs below, Salem. Aren’t they beautiful? You can even see people at the springs from up here!” Koi exclaimed. “I’m sorry. I just keep babbling about everything.”
“It’s okay. I love seeing you happy like this, baby,” I replied and grabbed Koi’s hand.
We continued our evening tour of the city, taking in the skyscrapers in downtown Cherokee Springs, the city lights, and the various landmarks that made our city stand out from others.
When we landed on a rooftop an hour later, Koi looked around excitedly. “Is this Lady Chablis?” Koi asked in excitement.
“It is. We’ve got dinner reservations here,” I explained as we unbuckled our seat belts and removed our headsets.
We thanked John for the tour, climbed out, and headed to the other side of the roof where the stairwell was located. I grabbed Koi’s hand in mine, wrapped my arm around her shoulders, and kissed the top of her head.
She wrapped an arm around my waist and whispered sleepily, “Thank you, baby. I think that was the highlight of the year.”
“The year is still new, Koi.”
“Yeah, but I think that I’ll cherish this memory forever.” She yawned.
“You’d better wake your little ass up. This date night ain’t over.”
“I know. You’ve tired me out, baby.”
“Just wait until we get home.”
“Oh my goodness. You’re going to kill me, sir.” I laughed at her as we headed into the restaurant and to the restrooms. We washed our hands before we were ushered to our table on the balcony, where tables and fireplaces were set up. “Do you think those fireplaces will keep us warm enough to eat outdoors? The evening temperatures will drop soon, baby.”
“We’ll be fine.”
We sat down and ordered our meals.
“You make me so happy, Salem. I love what you do for me, and sometimes I wonder how I can ever give back.”
“You don’t have to give back, love. Just continue being you. It’s a privilege to love you, to honor you, and to care for you, Koi. I used to get angry about not being able to take you out in public. But when I think about where we are now, how you make me feel, and everything we have to look forward to, I’d do it all again. I’d sacrifice all the date nights just to have moments like we had today.”
“Who knew you could be a romantic? A romantic thug.”
I chuckled. “Damn, why I gotta be a thug?”
She twisted her lips as she moved her clasped hands away from her face. “Boy, please. You know your ass was a thug out there pedaling drugs in the streets of Atlanta before you got a fresh start.”
“Hey, since when did we start judging niggas?” I asked with a chuckle.
