she’d sucked him deep and swallowed all his hot cum.
Yes, she crossed her legs often. And every time she did, she felt like a woman , not a lady.
Finally, she left the office just before six and headed back to Venice Beach to meet up with Jazz. Her new store/cafe was almost ready to open, and she wanted a taste-tester for her menu. Olivia was all over that.
She lucked out with a parking spot right on Abbot Kinney, just a block from the address Jazz had given her, and she enjoyed the short walk to the storefront. As she walked, she took in the blend of tourists and locals that crowded the busy street and smiled. It was the perfect fit for her friend.
Planted was a small shop. The window display showed off a tasteful yet eclectic blend of woven scarves, ceramic pottery, hanging crystals, and pocketbooks. The long deli display cases that lined one wall of the shop could be seen through the window, making it clear that there was food and drinks available within. It was a smart setup that showed passerby’s what the shop offered at a glance.
“Looking good, Jazzy!” Olivia called out when she strode into the shop.
Jazz came out from the back, carrying a box she thumped down onto the closest table top. “You think?”
“I do. The shop’s amazing. It clearly balances your sharp brain with your hippie heart.”
Jazz blushed, her pleasure obvious. “Now I just need to make sure the food tastes as good as everything else looks, and I’ll be ready for a soft opening next week.”
“Thursday, right?”
“Yeah. You’re going to be here, right?” She wrung her hands. “I don’t think I can do this alone.”
“Of course I’ll be here.” Olivia tossed her purse on a nearby chair and moved swiftly to her friend’s side. She grabbed Jazz’s hands and looked right into her eyes.
“And you are not alone,” she said firmly. “You and Daniel have been planning this shop for over a decade. Just because he’s not here in body to share it with you does not mean he’s not here. His spirit is in every nook and cranny, and you know it. Just close your eyes, take a deep breath, and feel him surround you.”
Jazz stepped forward, and the two women hugged.
“Don’t let yourself get down,” Olivia said as she held her friend close. “It’s terrible that the tragedy of Daniel’s death is what’s made it financially possible for you to build this, but it’s your dream. Both of yours, and now it’s a good, tangible thing. Daniel will always here for you, and for Blake.”
They hugged for a minute, and Olivia’s heart ached for the tears she knew her friend was shedding.
“Okay, enough of this emotional stuff.” Jazz pushed away and wiped her face. “Ready to try some eats?”
Olivia followed Jazz behind the counter and watched as she pulled dishes out from the coolers and heated some, leaving others cold. She explained each dish as she set it up. How they’d be made fresh each morning, and then put in the deli cases so people could see and drool before placing an order. Dishes like shepherd's pie and lasagna would be cut and served out of a big pan, but the homemade macaroni and cheese would be baked then served in its own little dish. On top of the comfort foods, there were noodle salads, green onion cakes, and couscous.
They cracked open a bottle of wine, sat down at a table covered in dishes, and started eating. They laughed, they spilled, they giggled, and they ate way too much. When Jazz came back to the table with a platter full of sweet treats, Olivia groaned.
“Now you’re torturing me,” she said. “If I eat any of those, and I want to eat them all, you’re going to have to roll me out of here.”
“I can do that.” Jazz nodded. “At least that way I know you’ll get to your car okay.”
Olivia sobered, surprised at the flash of guilt she’d seen on Jazz’s face. “Sweetie, what happened to me wasn’t your fault. And, I did make it to my car. I was
Yes, she crossed her legs often. And every time she did, she felt like a woman , not a lady.
Finally, she left the office just before six and headed back to Venice Beach to meet up with Jazz. Her new store/cafe was almost ready to open, and she wanted a taste-tester for her menu. Olivia was all over that.
She lucked out with a parking spot right on Abbot Kinney, just a block from the address Jazz had given her, and she enjoyed the short walk to the storefront. As she walked, she took in the blend of tourists and locals that crowded the busy street and smiled. It was the perfect fit for her friend.
Planted was a small shop. The window display showed off a tasteful yet eclectic blend of woven scarves, ceramic pottery, hanging crystals, and pocketbooks. The long deli display cases that lined one wall of the shop could be seen through the window, making it clear that there was food and drinks available within. It was a smart setup that showed passerby’s what the shop offered at a glance.
“Looking good, Jazzy!” Olivia called out when she strode into the shop.
Jazz came out from the back, carrying a box she thumped down onto the closest table top. “You think?”
“I do. The shop’s amazing. It clearly balances your sharp brain with your hippie heart.”
Jazz blushed, her pleasure obvious. “Now I just need to make sure the food tastes as good as everything else looks, and I’ll be ready for a soft opening next week.”
“Thursday, right?”
“Yeah. You’re going to be here, right?” She wrung her hands. “I don’t think I can do this alone.”
“Of course I’ll be here.” Olivia tossed her purse on a nearby chair and moved swiftly to her friend’s side. She grabbed Jazz’s hands and looked right into her eyes.
“And you are not alone,” she said firmly. “You and Daniel have been planning this shop for over a decade. Just because he’s not here in body to share it with you does not mean he’s not here. His spirit is in every nook and cranny, and you know it. Just close your eyes, take a deep breath, and feel him surround you.”
Jazz stepped forward, and the two women hugged.
“Don’t let yourself get down,” Olivia said as she held her friend close. “It’s terrible that the tragedy of Daniel’s death is what’s made it financially possible for you to build this, but it’s your dream. Both of yours, and now it’s a good, tangible thing. Daniel will always here for you, and for Blake.”
They hugged for a minute, and Olivia’s heart ached for the tears she knew her friend was shedding.
“Okay, enough of this emotional stuff.” Jazz pushed away and wiped her face. “Ready to try some eats?”
Olivia followed Jazz behind the counter and watched as she pulled dishes out from the coolers and heated some, leaving others cold. She explained each dish as she set it up. How they’d be made fresh each morning, and then put in the deli cases so people could see and drool before placing an order. Dishes like shepherd's pie and lasagna would be cut and served out of a big pan, but the homemade macaroni and cheese would be baked then served in its own little dish. On top of the comfort foods, there were noodle salads, green onion cakes, and couscous.
They cracked open a bottle of wine, sat down at a table covered in dishes, and started eating. They laughed, they spilled, they giggled, and they ate way too much. When Jazz came back to the table with a platter full of sweet treats, Olivia groaned.
“Now you’re torturing me,” she said. “If I eat any of those, and I want to eat them all, you’re going to have to roll me out of here.”
“I can do that.” Jazz nodded. “At least that way I know you’ll get to your car okay.”
Olivia sobered, surprised at the flash of guilt she’d seen on Jazz’s face. “Sweetie, what happened to me wasn’t your fault. And, I did make it to my car. I was
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