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Then I pick up a juicy breast and cut into it with my knife and fork. While it cools just a bit I scoop up some creamy mac and cheese and place it next to the chicken. One forkful of mac with one piece of spicy chicken makes the perfect bite.
Looking over at her, Kollyns is holding a chicken drum with her hands and taking a big bite, moaning at the flavor. My body wakes up at the sound and my cock begins to twitch. Well, this is a first—getting turned on by a woman eating fried chicken.
“This is amazing,” she says, licking the parmesan sauce from her fingers, her voice light with enjoyment.
“That it is. Are you glad you chose the parmesan?”
“Abso-freakin-lutely. This is the best chicken I’ve ever had.” My eyes are drawn to her luscious pink lips as she licks the sauce off them, then pats them with a napkin.
For the first time in a long while, I want to devour the woman in front of me, but she’s not ready for what I need from her.
Chapter 8
Kollyns
FIND A HOBBY
Teach Kollyns to Date Day Three
Today’s note from Xan asked what is my favorite thing to do while visiting Chicago. So, today is all about the food.
Wildberry is the first place on my list. Their pancakes are mouthwatering and melt the instant they hit my tongue. The acid of the fresh berries combined with the creaminess of the mascarpone create the perfect bite. I savor each bite. “Yum.”
By the time I eat all the pancakes and drink a cup of coffee, I know walking is in my future or they’re going to have to roll me into Xan’s apartment later. The last time I ate like this I was probably a child. I didn’t remember how much I love pancakes until this moment.
Instead of having a plan for the day, I allow myself to wander through the city. First a stop at the bean where tons of tourists take photos of their reflections. Technically it’s called Cloud Gate but everyone calls it the bean because of its shape.
I take a seat on the railing and watch the people come and go. It’s been a long time since I’ve been this relaxed with nothing to do. The family with three small children are trying to wrangle them so they can get a picture, and the dad is annoyed while the mom is laughing with the kids. I look at them and realize how much they’re like Henley and me. She’s relaxed and easy going, I’m uptight and controlled. Maybe that’s what makes a relationship work. Each person is one side of a coin and together they make a whole.
The family finally gets the pictures they want and begin walking my way to exit the area. “Your children seem happy,” I say to the parents, and the father smiles at me. Maybe that’s what he wants for them because he doesn’t know how to be that way himself.
I walk down Lakefront to the rose garden at Grant Park. Stepping into the heart of the garden, I see a statue in the roses that draws me to it. The musty scent of the roses and fresh earth hits my nose and I take in a deep breath. Closing my eyes I listen to the sounds of the city—cars going by, the L, and people talking in a variety of languages.
After relaxing, I realize I’m beginning to get hungry despite the fact that I just ate breakfast. Glancing down at my watch I realize it’s after one. My how time flies when a girl has no specific plans.
A quick perusal of Yelp and I find a taco bar with a cupcake place next door. Score one for Kollyns.
The tacos are exemplary but the real winner is dessert. Cupcakes & Cocktails is a bakery that sells cocktails to go with their over-the-top cupcakes.
The menu is outrageous and I’m going to roll with it. “I’ll have the pickles and ice cream cupcake with the Pickle Mary.”
I’m going all out today. Pickles are one of my favorite treats and this sounds super interesting.
“That’s a great choice,” the woman working the bar says. “Grab a seat and I’ll bring them over to you.”
Choosing a seat at the bar by the window I observe the people coming and going from the office building across the street. Do I look as pinched as they do in their suits? Like life is awful and I’m just trying to get by? God, I hope not. Pulling my phone out of my purse, I text Henley.
Me: Hen! Please tell me when I’m wearing my suits, I don’t look like I sucked on a lemon?
Henley: What the fuck are you talking about?
Me: I’m sitting in this bakery watching the women leave the building in front of me and they look miserable. Do I look like that?
Henley: Some days you do. But not all the time.
Me: Seriously? You think my suits make me look like that?
Henley: No, it’s not your suit. Except the gray pinstripe one. It doesn’t fit right and makes you look like you have a corncob up your ass when you walk.
