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“Good evening, Blossom. And you are…” He nods to Ronan.
“Ronan,” he says. “I’ll have a Macallan fifteen-year, neat.”
“Coming right up, and for you, Blossom? A lemon drop, I assume?”
I ponder a moment. “Freddy, I’m going to try something different tonight. Make me a Sazerac.”
Freddy’s eyebrows rise. “I think I can safely say that you are the first person since I’ve been working here who has ever ordered that.”
“Do you know how to make one?”
“I know how to make everything, beautiful.”
Ronan goes rigid beside me at Freddy’s endearment. But Freddy calls all women beautiful. Besides, I’m not exactly his type. He’s in a relationship with another bartender, Leon.
Freddy turns to prepare our drinks, and Ronan touches my cheek.
“So…a Sazerac.”
“Yes. I enjoyed it. I didn’t think I would, but I did, and… I don’t know. I feel like I want one. I feel like…” I shake my head, let out a nervous laugh. “I’m not making any sense.”
“It’s all right. I know what you’re saying. New Orleans gets inside your soul. You weren’t even there for very long, but you can’t wait to go back, can you?”
“You’re absolutely right. How did you know?”
“Are you kidding me? I grew up there. The place is a part of me. I may look the part of my Scottish heritage, but I’m equal parts Creole.”
“I really enjoyed meeting your grandmother,” I say. “She’s one of a kind.”
“That she is, Blossom.”
He’s using my club name here, which he should.
But I long to hear my given name from his full lips again.
Freddy returns with our drinks. “One Macallan fifteen-year neat, and a Sazerac for the beautiful lady.”
“Thank you.” Ronan shoves a bill toward Freddy.
Freddy pockets it. “And thank you.”
An open bar is part of our club membership, but we’re still expected to tip the servers and bartenders.
I take a sip of my Sazerac. It’s good but…different.
Ronan raises his eyebrows at me. “So…?”
“Delicious. But not like the one at your grandmother’s.”
“Everything always tastes a little bit better in the Big Easy. I had a good time with you, Blossom.”
“I did too. I mean…” I stir my Sazerac. “Not every submissive can say they’ve been fucked by a ghost.”
His lips curve slightly upward.
I wonder what it would take to get a huge smile out of him.
“You look beautiful tonight.”
