Page 36 of Mr. Delicious
Chapter 10
Wren
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Like many things today I couldn’t believe I was sitting in the world famous
L'Abeille at the Shangri La. I’d heard many fabulous things about the Two Michelin starred French gastronomy.
Me.
Jesus Lord, as Stella would say. First, I wanted to run around, and jump up and down from the intensity of the excitement of just seeing the place. Then I got that overwhelming happiness that sent me to tears.
I didn’t mean to cry but I was so damn happy I couldn’t stop it.
It was like walking around in a dream.
Literally.
I expected nothing less than the best when we were served up the finest cuisine imaginable, better than what I could have dreamt up.
Steak haché with pommes frites & cheat's Béarnaise sauce for AJ, and chicken marengo for me.
Divine, divine. Food fit for God himself and his heavenly host of angels. Again, as Stella would say.
I savored the food and I couldn’t stop looking around at all the finery.
It was all amazing but there was one thing– one man – that topped everything.
AJ.
We kissed, and that wasn’t any old kiss either. It was one of those kisses that felt like it was a long time coming, and to kiss him forever wouldn’t be long enough.
Not for me.
It was the kind of kiss that held an unspoken promise then he confirmed it with his whispers of later.
When was later?
It was late now, and we’d been talking.
Being with him topped being in Paris.
As wonderful as it all was, being with him surpassed being here in this amazing restaurant, and being in Paris.
I dared not tell him I would have been just as happy sitting with him in the park back home eating marshmallows or something mundane like that.
Being with him in this moment, this day, was perhaps the best thing that had happened to me in years.
There was so much to him, and so much more I wanted to know. Our conversation on the plane was the beginning of the standard getting to know you questions and answers, but then somehow, we started talking about mobster films. Turned out he was into them as much as me.
The Godfather,Scarface,Goodfellas. We talked about them all.
Then we were here, and I guess I could still continue the ‘get to know you’. Especially since I now knew what it was like to kiss him.
“AJ.”
“Yes, My lady.”
