concrete and blazed with orange fire. And up under the tent were a small circular table and two chairs overlooking the river. I can’t believe I did all of this. Shit, she may think I’m about to ask her to marry me. Oh hell no, I ain’t whipped. Can’t be. Ain’t even had any pussy yet.
As Braylon stood beside the garage, Sandella’s rattling car rolled up the driveway. He walked up to the driver’s side and politely opened the door for her. When she slid out of the car and stepped onto the pavement, his heart thudded in his throat. His dick pulsated. The sight of her stole his breath.
She wore a thin, ivory sweater dress stopping right above her knees. A strand of pearls draped elegantly around her slender neck. Her long hair was pulled back into a tight low bun with curly bangs falling down on both sides of her delicate face. And a light pink gloss painted her kissable lips.
Inhaling the enticing peachy fragrance of her body, he kissed her cheek. “You look stunning, Sandella.”
Her lips curved up into a blinding white smile. “Thank you. You look nice, too.”
“Thanks.” Maybe I should’ve said hi to Drayton.
Her gaze roved over the backyard. “Oh my goodness.” Both her hands pressed flat to her chest. “Is all of this for me?” She tilted her head back, looking up at him.
“Yes. I wanted to make this night very special for you.” He took her hand. “One that you’ll never forget.”
SANDELLA’S HEART REJOICED as Braylon escorted her between the blazing fire torches on either side of the concrete. A white tent beside her favorite oak tree sat close to the river. The cool night air fluffed against her face while the gentle wind swirling from the river prickled her scalp.
God, this is so romantic. No one has ever done anything like this for me before. What did I ever do to deserve this? She lifted her gaze to the half-moon radiating in the dark evening sky, then turned to look at Braylon. Appreciating his hard efforts, she smiled inwardly.
After they reached the tent, he pulled the chair draped in ivory fabric and tied with a gold tassel out from beneath the table. She smoothed her hands over the material covering her buttocks, taking a seat. Braylon rounded the table and sat across from her.
A red, burning candle sat centered on top of the white tablecloth, but nothing else. He pulled his cell phone from his pants, tapped the screen, then placed it to his ear. “We’re ready.” He hung up.
“Ready for what?”
“Dinner,” he said, sliding the cell back into its clip.
“You sure know how to make it hard for a girl to resist you, don’t you?”
“Believe it or not, this is my first time putting together something like this.”
“Well, you’ve done a great job, and I’m flattered. This is absolutely beautiful…just beautiful, Braylon.”
“Since I can’t cook, I hired a chef to do the cooking for me,” he admitted.
She tilted her head. “Ahh. You shouldn’t have gone through all the trouble. I would’ve been fine if you just picked up something.”
A tall Caucasian man wearing a white apron appeared in the back doorway of the main house. Carrying a tray in his opened hand, he walked across the lawn then came to stand in front of them. He lowered a covered dish in front of Sandella first, then he sat one in front of Braylon. After putting the circular serving tray to the side, he took both hands and lifted their lids simultaneously.
Sandella’s mouth watered as she inhaled the tasty-looking meal. There was grilled lobster tail, fresh sautéed creek shrimp, lemon herb roasted potatoes, and a small green salad with walnuts.
The waiter lifted the bottle of German Riesling out of the bucket of ice perched on the stand, filled their glasses, then disappeared.
She unfurled her napkin and placed it in her lap. “This looks delicious.”
“I remembered you saying you loved seafood. I hope you enjoy it.”
Just being with you is plenty. “I’m sure I
As Braylon stood beside the garage, Sandella’s rattling car rolled up the driveway. He walked up to the driver’s side and politely opened the door for her. When she slid out of the car and stepped onto the pavement, his heart thudded in his throat. His dick pulsated. The sight of her stole his breath.
She wore a thin, ivory sweater dress stopping right above her knees. A strand of pearls draped elegantly around her slender neck. Her long hair was pulled back into a tight low bun with curly bangs falling down on both sides of her delicate face. And a light pink gloss painted her kissable lips.
Inhaling the enticing peachy fragrance of her body, he kissed her cheek. “You look stunning, Sandella.”
Her lips curved up into a blinding white smile. “Thank you. You look nice, too.”
“Thanks.” Maybe I should’ve said hi to Drayton.
Her gaze roved over the backyard. “Oh my goodness.” Both her hands pressed flat to her chest. “Is all of this for me?” She tilted her head back, looking up at him.
“Yes. I wanted to make this night very special for you.” He took her hand. “One that you’ll never forget.”
SANDELLA’S HEART REJOICED as Braylon escorted her between the blazing fire torches on either side of the concrete. A white tent beside her favorite oak tree sat close to the river. The cool night air fluffed against her face while the gentle wind swirling from the river prickled her scalp.
God, this is so romantic. No one has ever done anything like this for me before. What did I ever do to deserve this? She lifted her gaze to the half-moon radiating in the dark evening sky, then turned to look at Braylon. Appreciating his hard efforts, she smiled inwardly.
After they reached the tent, he pulled the chair draped in ivory fabric and tied with a gold tassel out from beneath the table. She smoothed her hands over the material covering her buttocks, taking a seat. Braylon rounded the table and sat across from her.
A red, burning candle sat centered on top of the white tablecloth, but nothing else. He pulled his cell phone from his pants, tapped the screen, then placed it to his ear. “We’re ready.” He hung up.
“Ready for what?”
“Dinner,” he said, sliding the cell back into its clip.
“You sure know how to make it hard for a girl to resist you, don’t you?”
“Believe it or not, this is my first time putting together something like this.”
“Well, you’ve done a great job, and I’m flattered. This is absolutely beautiful…just beautiful, Braylon.”
“Since I can’t cook, I hired a chef to do the cooking for me,” he admitted.
She tilted her head. “Ahh. You shouldn’t have gone through all the trouble. I would’ve been fine if you just picked up something.”
A tall Caucasian man wearing a white apron appeared in the back doorway of the main house. Carrying a tray in his opened hand, he walked across the lawn then came to stand in front of them. He lowered a covered dish in front of Sandella first, then he sat one in front of Braylon. After putting the circular serving tray to the side, he took both hands and lifted their lids simultaneously.
Sandella’s mouth watered as she inhaled the tasty-looking meal. There was grilled lobster tail, fresh sautéed creek shrimp, lemon herb roasted potatoes, and a small green salad with walnuts.
The waiter lifted the bottle of German Riesling out of the bucket of ice perched on the stand, filled their glasses, then disappeared.
She unfurled her napkin and placed it in her lap. “This looks delicious.”
“I remembered you saying you loved seafood. I hope you enjoy it.”
Just being with you is plenty. “I’m sure I
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