Page 26 of Shooting for his Heart
“You’re supposed to make time. You have time now.”
“Well, drinking a good Cognac is self-care for me.” I chuckled, holding my drink in the air before taking another swig.
“Really?” she asked with a grin.
“Am I not doing it right?”
“I’m pretty sure you are.” She nodded.
“See… I’m a fast learner.”
She giggled. “You are.”
Our waitress returned, balancing the array of appetizers. Everything looked and smelled delicious as she laid our food out before us.
“I don’t remember the last time I had gator tail,” I announced as I used my fork to spear a piece of the fried delicacy.
“I’ve never tried it, and I’m not going try it today, but look at you being adventurous.”
“Nah, we’re not doing that. You’re the one that was going on and on about being adventurous.”
“I was not going on and on.”
“I don’t want to hear that.” I shook my head as I used the fork in front of her to pick up another piece. “Open up.”
“What?” She bit back a smile.
“Open up, Vonnie. I’m not going to let you chicken out.”
“I’m not chicken. I’m just not about to sit here and eat alligator.”
“Let me find out you’re a fraidy cat.”
“You really gonna go there?”
“I think I have to.”
“No, you don’t have to. You’re choosing to.”
“You’re choosing to be chicken.” I teased her, enjoying seeing her squirm.
When she rolled those pretty brown eyes, I knew I had her. “Give it here.”
“Aht, open up,” I repeated, parting my lips in demonstration.
As soon as she split her lips, I regretted my decision. Vonnie wrapped her full lips around the fork and retrieved the gator bite. I watched her mouth as she chewed slowly. Against my protest, my dick sprang to life like it was coming out of a bad dream. Snatching my eyes away, I looked down and picked up one of the egg rolls.
“I gotta give it to you… This is actually pretty good,” she declared. “You know they say everything tastes like chicken, but this really tastes like chicken.”
“See? I told you it was good,” I said, finally biting into one of the miniature boudin rolls.
“How are those?”
“Not as good as mine,” I lied.
“You swear you’re a chef.”
“I’m just letting you know I got the boudin game on lock.”
