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Authors: Nancy Adams
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makeup was simple, natural foundation and, with a deep red lip that Jane had perfected for special occasions.
“Come in.” To say she purred the words out would be an understatement. A part of Jane still wanted to stay in, do things that wouldn’t be proper in front of regular company.
“I like you all dressed up.” The room seemed small with him in it. Franklin sat down on her bed, casually leaning back. “Let me know when you’re ready.”
Jane turned to him, her smile big and welcoming. She walked over to where he sat on the bed, putting a sway in her hips that had him watching her like a hawk. His lap was very happy to see her when she sat down, entwining her hands in his hair, pulling just enough to get his attention.
“It’s not too late to stay,” she murmured against his skin, pressing a series of kisses into the skin there.
“Oh, you can seduce me later. After I entertain you for a few hours.”
“I can’t wait.”
Entertainment, as it turned out, was a beer and whiskey tasting at a trendy bar in downtown Chicago. It was simply called Room. During the day the tables were lined with hungry young up-and-comers. And at night, the same people danced the night away, drinking top-rated cocktails. There were groups of people all lined up against a long farm-style table.
“A beer tasting?” Jane said into Franklin’s ear.
“You drank so much the other night, I figured you had to enjoy it.”
“I do.” She said brightly, looking up at him through long lashes. “I hear they have good food, too.”
“Yeah, great appetizers, small plates, that kind of thing.”
Jane grinned. His ability to read her mind was one of the many things that she liked about Franklin. Beneath the table, she ran her fingers up his inner thigh. To anyone else, the small shiver that passed through his body might have been imperceptible, but Jane saw it very clearly.
“Welcome to Room ladies and gentlemen. Tonight we’re going to sample a number of beers and whiskeys that I think you’ll enjoy,” a red haired man spoke to the room, his casual jeans and button down shirt appealing on his slender frame. “If this is your first time, feel free to ask questions, but otherwise, enjoy.”
As they watched, the first round of beer was brought out to them. Jane picked up the glass with the dark colored liquid in it and took a sip.
“Mmm, it tastes like...cinnamon.”
Each beer was paired with a small taste of an entree. The first being a braised beef dish, that practically melted on Jane’s tongue. If all the pairings were as good as the first, then it was lucky they’d taken a cab. Jane watched as Franklin downed his small taste of beer. Between the courses came a small taste of whiskey or scotch. Now, Jane would never tell Franklin, but her knowledge of whiskey ended at Whiskey Sour’s. It didn’t matter what was in it, as long as it was made correctly, with an extra maraschino cherry or two.
The deep amber liquid placed before smelled smoky, and slightly like apples. Drinking it quickly, before she could chicken out, the flavor burst on her tongue. A little bitter, kind of spicy, with a tell-tale burn as it went down her throat.
“What do you think?”
“Its...interesting. I think there might be some hickory in there?” Franklin was busy scooping up some of the pottage from the beef with his spoon, eagerly lifting it to him mouth. A dot of the liquid stayed in the corner of his
“Come in.” To say she purred the words out would be an understatement. A part of Jane still wanted to stay in, do things that wouldn’t be proper in front of regular company.
“I like you all dressed up.” The room seemed small with him in it. Franklin sat down on her bed, casually leaning back. “Let me know when you’re ready.”
Jane turned to him, her smile big and welcoming. She walked over to where he sat on the bed, putting a sway in her hips that had him watching her like a hawk. His lap was very happy to see her when she sat down, entwining her hands in his hair, pulling just enough to get his attention.
“It’s not too late to stay,” she murmured against his skin, pressing a series of kisses into the skin there.
“Oh, you can seduce me later. After I entertain you for a few hours.”
“I can’t wait.”
Entertainment, as it turned out, was a beer and whiskey tasting at a trendy bar in downtown Chicago. It was simply called Room. During the day the tables were lined with hungry young up-and-comers. And at night, the same people danced the night away, drinking top-rated cocktails. There were groups of people all lined up against a long farm-style table.
“A beer tasting?” Jane said into Franklin’s ear.
“You drank so much the other night, I figured you had to enjoy it.”
“I do.” She said brightly, looking up at him through long lashes. “I hear they have good food, too.”
“Yeah, great appetizers, small plates, that kind of thing.”
Jane grinned. His ability to read her mind was one of the many things that she liked about Franklin. Beneath the table, she ran her fingers up his inner thigh. To anyone else, the small shiver that passed through his body might have been imperceptible, but Jane saw it very clearly.
“Welcome to Room ladies and gentlemen. Tonight we’re going to sample a number of beers and whiskeys that I think you’ll enjoy,” a red haired man spoke to the room, his casual jeans and button down shirt appealing on his slender frame. “If this is your first time, feel free to ask questions, but otherwise, enjoy.”
As they watched, the first round of beer was brought out to them. Jane picked up the glass with the dark colored liquid in it and took a sip.
“Mmm, it tastes like...cinnamon.”
Each beer was paired with a small taste of an entree. The first being a braised beef dish, that practically melted on Jane’s tongue. If all the pairings were as good as the first, then it was lucky they’d taken a cab. Jane watched as Franklin downed his small taste of beer. Between the courses came a small taste of whiskey or scotch. Now, Jane would never tell Franklin, but her knowledge of whiskey ended at Whiskey Sour’s. It didn’t matter what was in it, as long as it was made correctly, with an extra maraschino cherry or two.
The deep amber liquid placed before smelled smoky, and slightly like apples. Drinking it quickly, before she could chicken out, the flavor burst on her tongue. A little bitter, kind of spicy, with a tell-tale burn as it went down her throat.
“What do you think?”
“Its...interesting. I think there might be some hickory in there?” Franklin was busy scooping up some of the pottage from the beef with his spoon, eagerly lifting it to him mouth. A dot of the liquid stayed in the corner of his
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