Chef's Like it Hot!

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in that kiss, what I felt from myself; wasn’t just lust.
    “Did I just make you completely uncomfortable?” he asked as he placed a wayward strand of hair behind my ear.
    “Of course not, I’ve waited…” I stopped myself biting my lip, and he gave me a strange look.
    “Walk me to the door.” he said grinning, as he tugged me after him.
    “I guess I’ll see you later.” I said as I looked at my hands.
    “Yep, this isn’t over.” He grinned, and I had to smile.
    He kissed my forehead, then walked to his car.
    “And you still owe me dinner, that didn’t count.” He called from his car; I laughed, then waved as he pulled off.
    As I closed and locked the door, I sighed, then threw myself on the sofa.
    What would I do?
    I so wanted to go there, but he made me feel so…I couldn’t even describe how he made me feel.
    But that was a good thing right?
    I told myself sighing again.
    I turned off the TV, then headed for my bedroom.
    I slid into bed, turned the light out, then commanded my brain to cease, so that I could sleep.
     
    ***

Chapter Five…
     
     
     
     
     
    I pretty much did nothing all day but piddle around, and try not to dwell on that last kiss.
    The awesome thing about my job was that I could do one wedding, and it would pretty much take care of me for the next six months. And if I did more than one, anywhere from 3 to 4 then I was set for the entire year and then some.
    If anything, I did miss that perk.
    For the last five years, I’d been on a budget.
    Well not like most people.
    I placed myself on one, because I was my mother’s child. I would spend way too much, so my banker convinced me to invest in an IRa , and I continually thanked her for it.
    “Hey bitch!” Kerry said into the phone, and I laughed.
    “Hey, what up?”
    “So, we meeting at the Palms ?” He questioned.
    “I’m taking you mean the Beverly , Palms right?” I laughed, and he did too then.
    “I guess.” He sighed, then laughed again.
    In LA there was a huge difference between the Palms and the Beverly Palms .
    The Palms was a hot lesbian club in the Fairfax district, and the Beverly Palms was a spot in Beverly Hills at the Beverly Palms Hotel itself.
    “Tonight is Salsa night you know right?” I asked, and he sighed again.
    “Fine, I guess I could force Ricardo and JaVon to go.” He whined and I laughed again.
    “Well I’m sure you can manage.”
    “Bitch.” he chuckled, and I laughed again.
    “Alright, so what time. You know Kenny and Missa will more than likely tag along.”
    “Oooh good, I haven’t seen them bitches in ages. So like 8 den.” He returned, and I sighed.
    Now I would have to find something to wear.
    “Okay, we’ll meet out front, or did you want me to pick you up?”
    “Naw, I’m good, a bitch just got a new Mercedes; so I will be driving.” He chirped and I couldn’t help laughing.
    I loved me some Ms. Kerry.
    “Alright, I need to go either find something to wear, or go buy something.”
    “K, call me when you’re on your way.”
    “K later.” I said and hung up.
    I plopped on the sofa, then sighed for what seemed like the 10 th time. I looked at the clock, then dialed Kendra’s number.
    “Waz up?”
    “Ms. Kerry just called; he wants to meet at the Beverly Palms for drinks tonight.”
    “Oooh I am so down. Isn’t it Salsa night?”
    “Yea, I’m not sure if I’m feeling that yet. That means I have to go buy something to wear, because I haven’t brought anything new like that in the last five years.”
    “So, it’s not like you can’t afford it. Did you know that Barry and Sandy’s wedding is costing over 70k.”
    “Shut the fuck up!” I cried.
    “Yup, Sandy showed me the bill gurl. Remember I’m doing the advertising for it since Barry is a 20 th Century Executive now.”
    “Shite, I had no clue! No wonder Colin is ecstatic. I had no idea he made Ex .”
    “Yeah, like 3 months ago. I’m surprised he didn’t mention it. But I would be too if I was Colin,

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