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I ignored him and looked at Yara. “Norman is gonna serve us tonight. I wanted it to feel like a date while being low maintenance. I know today was a lot for you.”

“It was a lot for both of us,” she corrected.

“Sir, here is the food you requested, along with the drinks. Can I get you anything else at the moment?”

I grabbed the platters of food and then the bottle of wine. The wineglasses were already in here, and we had plates in here already. Finally, I looked at him and said, “The remote.”

“The remote?” he asked.

“For the TV, Norman. The remote for the TV. I don’t know where I put it,” I explained.

His eyes scanned the area. “Do you have any ideas about where it might be, sir?”

I sighed deeply and rubbed my temples. “Norman, if I knew where it was, would I have asked you to find it?”

“Gino, cut it out. It’s right there,” Yara said as she pointed a dainty finger at the remote partially hiding under a blanket.

I glared at it and then cut my eyes at Norman. “I don’t pay you to have my girl do all your work. Get outta the fort. Access denied. No Normans allowed. I’ll call for you if I need anything else.”

“Thank you, Randal,” Yara had the nerve to say.

“Why you thankin’ that nigga?” I grumbled.

“Because you’re being an ass, and his name is Randal.” She cut her eyes at me.

I shrugged. I didn’t see anything wrong with that interaction at all.

“Go ahead and eat, baby.” I gestured toward the platters of food. There were mini sliders, meatballs, nachos, dips, chips, and some more shit. It looked good as hell; I couldn’t even lie.

Yara fixed herself a plate while I poured her wine. Once she was situated across from me with her food in her hands, I tugged on her sweats.

“Gino, what are you⁠—”

“Take these off. Panties too.”

“Why?” she eyed me playfully.

“Do what I said, fave. I been patient all day.”

Slowly, she slid her sweats and panties down.

“Can I eat?”

“Yeah.” I really didn’t care what she did. I was on a mission.

Yara took a bite of food but kept her eyes on me. I spread her legs and looked at the treasure between her legs. My mouth watered.

When I dipped down and connected my tongue to her wet clit, I felt something fall on the top of my head.

“Sorry!” Yara quickly grabbed a napkin and dabbed at my fresh fade.

I looked up at her. “Please tell me you ain’t just drop a damn meatball on my head.”

“I’m sorry. You caught me off guard. I thought you said I could eat.” She giggled.

“You can eat, baby, damn. Can I eat too?”

She blushed and spread her legs wider as she put her plate to the side. “By all means.”