Page 89 of Bourbon Kingdom
“Oh, really? Well, please enlighten me, what was I thinking?”
“How you want to be with me, how you want me to take you, but you’re holding out, you’re being strong because you’re not ready to fall back into the world we were living in.”
Damn it! Exasperating man!
“You are so wrong,” I shook my head and laughed at him, trying to pull off that what he’d just told me wasn’t spot on. “I was actually thinking about how those shorts were very unflattering on you.”
He looked down at his shorts and then back up at me. “Lying is not the least bit flattering on you,” he called me out while he pinched my chin. “But, you’re still adorable. Now, are you ready for this?”
Trying not to get irritated by how confident he was, I nodded and looked around as people started to enter the tent for the judging. The other judges took their seats as well, lining the long table on stage. The mayor sat as far away from us as possible; I didn’t blame the man, he most likely didn’t want to fall victim to my “irritable bowel.”
Fucking Jett Colby.
“How does this work? And is it really vegan gumbo?”
“It is. The festival wanted to try something new and embrace the new food lifestyle.”
“But what is gumbo without sausage? I don’t understand how that can even be something.”
“Have an open mind; you never know, you might like it.”
“Yeah, okay. You’re so buying me real gumbo after this.” I poked his rock hard chest. Stupid Kace and his workouts that made Jett all strong and man-like. It’s like they were working together to take down every woman in New Orleans.
“Anything you want, little one. Now, there will be five bowls that we will try, and all you have to do is write down your favorites in order. The scores will be tallied at the end, and then they will crown the winner. Simple.”
“Except for the fact that we’re eating vegan gumbo.”
“Would you have still come if I’d told you it was vegan gumbo?” he asked.
“No,” I lied.
Shaking his head, he replied, “Lying will get you in trouble, little one.”
“Yeah? What are you going to do about it? It’s not like you can take away my orgasms,” I spoke softly, lighting up the heat in Jett’s eyes. Damn it, that look easily started to tear down the walls I’d put up around my vagina so she wouldn’t get confused.
Jett was about to answer when the MC for the contest lit up the speakers and started warming up the crowd. The moment between us was lost, as we both turned in our seats to face the crowd. Onlookers gazed at me as I looked down at them from my perch up on the stage. It was interesting to me that so many people cared about a vegan cook off. Maybe there was more to the cuisine than I realized.
As I scanned the crowd for a familiar face, a warm hand gently found its way to my thigh. Not going too high, to dangerous flooding zones, Jett gently rubbed my skin with the pad of his thumb, turning me into a pile of mush in my seat.
“What are you doing?” I asked from the side of my mouth.
“Touching my girlfriend,” Jett answered without skipping a beat.
“You keep saying girlfriend, but I don’t remember giving you back that title.”
“Deny it all you want, little one, but you’re mine and you know it, so a little title shouldn’t bother you one bit.”
“Your hand on my thigh is bothering me.”
“No, it’s not,” Jett whispered in my ear, sending chills down my entire body.
I turned to him and smiled brightly as I moved my hand to his crotch and grabbed ahold of his package. Two could play at this game.
Luckily, there was a cloth hanging over the table, so no one could see what we were doing underneath it.
Ready to see the taken aback expression on his face, I looked up and was greeted with a shit-eating grin.
“A little to the left,” he winked at me.
