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Fine by me.
“I’ll be dreaming about that chocolate lava cake all night,” Chase said, interrupting the quiet in the limo.
“Yes, that qualifies as an orgasmic moment.”
“So what’s next for us?” Chase opened a glass panel on his right that housed a tiny bar. He poured me a glass of champagne. The bubbles skittered to the rim. “I still get to enjoy your company for the rest of the evening.”
“I don’t remember agreeing to that.” I took the glass and sipped. The luscious liquid poured over my tongue.
God, he’s spoiling me.
“What were you going to do tonight?”
“Hang out with my brother, Vivian, and her boyfriend at Drunken Lyrics.”
“Cool. I never heard of the place, but your taste in food is impeccable. I trust you.”
“You’re just going to invite yourself?”
“Of course.” He poured himself a glass.
* * *
Sue Lin owned Drunken Lyrics. She’d been a famous Asian poet who traveled all over the world. I owned all her spoken word CDs when I was in high school. I knew her popular poems by heart. So when she moved to Oshane City and opened her place I was her first customer.
Once I met Sue I understood the full meaning of her place’s name. She drank nonstop and always held a glass of wine, shot of liquor, or can of beer when I saw her. The nights began with her tipsy announcements on the microphone and continued with her drunken slurring by the end of the evening.
“Welcome to wonderland, baby!” Sue slurred and spilled some of her drink near my feet. “We’re all crazy here.”
“Thanks, Sue.” I waved at her as she headed off to the side of the building to smoke her cigarette.
Chase placed his hand on my back.
Warmth swelled where he touched me.
I moved his hand away.
He smirked. “I can’t touch you?”
“Not in that area.”
“Why not?’
“It’s sensitive.”
“Hmm.” He gazed at the spot as if it possessed a special secret. “Can I hold your hand? It’s packed in there. I don’t want to lose you.”
“Okay, but just until we’re inside.”
“I’ll try to remember that.” He chuckled and clasped his warm hand on mine. Satin skin wrapped around my fingers as he squeezed.
We entered.
Soft green lights gave the place a soulful effect while the reggae band My Republic sung on stage. They were one of my favorite cover bands because they performed all of the popular reggae songs.
“She loves all men from Martin to Louie, as long as they buy her pearls and rubies,” the leader sang the lyrics to the song “Gold Digging Lady” by Red Lion. His long dreadlocks swayed back and forth over his shoulders. Sweat trickled down his dark face. “She no care about heart break, cuts, and bruises, it’s all about money for her that’s what she chooses.”
I bobbed my head to the beat as we squeezed through a crowd of grinding couples.
