Page 88 of Bourbon Truths
Lyla studied me for a second before answering. “I would say savory. You look like a hard liquor kind of guy who enjoys a beer every once in a while, but I think you would grab a chip before a cookie. Although, I would have really hoped for you to be a sweet person.”
“Why’s that?” I asked.
“Because I have a sweet pussy.”
I shook my head at her. “How would you know?”
“I’ve been told. Plus, I’ve heard that whatever you crave is the opposite of what you are. So, I wish you liked sweet because I like salty.” She winked at me, and I about sprung out of my fucking jeans.
Clearing my throat, I played with my water glass while looking at her from under my lashes. “I think your theory might be wrong.”
“Only one way to find out,” she said while licking her lips. “But we have time to do that. I want to know, what is your favorite Disney movie?”
The fact that she was able to change the subject so quickly from sex to Disney was slightly disturbing, but I went with it. “Beauty and the Beast,” I said, not skipping a beat.
Lyla genuinely looked shocked. “Seriously? Wow, I never would have guessed that.”
“Why?” I asked.
“Well, I would have expected a burly man like you to have picked something likeThe Lion KingorAladdin, butBeauty and the Beastreally surprises me.”
“It’s a classic love story of looking past the outer beauty and into the person’s soul.”
She sat there silent for a second and then crossed her legs, a position I would never dare attempt.
She tilted her head to the side. “Well, fuck, I’m crushing pretty hard on you right now, Kace.”
The feeling was fucking mutual. Ignoring her confession, I asked, “What’s your favorite Disney movie?”
“The Emperor’s New Groove,” she answered without skipping a beat.
“What’s that?” I asked, not familiar with the movie.
“Are you kidding me?” she shouted while placing her hands on the table. “You can’t be serious.”
“Never heard of it.”
Lyla shook her head at me in disappointment and raised her hand. “Check please!” She stood up, grabbed me, and said, “We’re going to remedy that.”
The waitress brought us our check. I laid some cash on the table and allowed Lyla to pull me to my feet. She escorted me out of the café toward Bourbon Street.
“Where are we going?” I asked, letting this feisty woman drag me around.
“My place. You have a movie to watch.”
She linked her arm through mine and leaned into me as we walked to her apartment. Her hair swayed with her steps, brushing against me, sending the subtle scent of vanilla my way. I was starting to become addicted to everything about this woman, from her brash attitude, to her exquisite body, to her sweetness. It scared the fuck out of me.
* * *
“You are such a Kronk!”Lyla protested, referring to the dumb but muscular character inThe Emperor’s New Groove. The movie credits were scrolling across the screen as we sat on Lyla’s couch, talking about the movie. It had been funny.
“I am not Kronk,” I countered.
“You’re so Kronk. How can you deny that?”
“If I’m Kronk, then you’re Yzma,” I replied, referring to the villain in the movie who was a crotchety old hag looking to take over the empire. I had to admit she’d been the most entertaining villain I’d ever watched.
“Oh, fuck you.” Lyla laughed, throwing her head back. “I am not Yzma.”
