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“You’re going to be amazing. I want you to be the best chef in the world. And I’ll do all I can to help get you there.” She pushes her chair back and stands next to me. Her hand slides into mine and our eyes meet.
“I’ll be with you every step of the way next year.”
I want to lean down and kiss her soft lips, but I refrain. She’s holding my hand. That’s step one. I won’t push too hard, but I’ll nudge her gently until she’s mine again.
She leans her head against my arm. My cock twitches inside my pants. God, how I want this woman.
I don’t want to scare her, so I offer my other hand to her.
She tilts her head up and smiles, then places hers in it. She squeezes both of my hands and tugs on my good arm. I don’t know if she wants me to embrace her, but I do. I release her hands and wrap my left arm around her shoulders, bringing her as close to me as physically possible.
Her arms slide around my waist, her hands press against my back, her cheek rests against my chest. It’s that sweet, soft familiar embrace she always gave me when we were lovers.
Leaning down, I kiss her on the top of her head.
I whisper, “I miss you.”
She doesn’t push me away; she tilts her head up again and smiles.
“I’ll wait for you.” She snuggles even closer to me and tightens her arms around me.
My heart pounds fiercely. She has to feel it. There’s no way she can’t. My cock is hard and at full attention. She must feel that. I know she won’t cross the line, but fuck, I want to. I don’t really care about the rules. But she does and I’ll respect her decision. I’ll find the patience to get through next year. She’s worth waiting for.
As soon as the cast came off my arm six weeks after the accident, my work at The Oasis became full-time. Chef Thomas asked me if I wanted to shadow him, along with my barback duties. My plans are coming together even though I still have one more year of college to finish.
Another year to work on getting through to Blaire that she’s as important to me as owning my own establishment is. She may be more important to me now. But I know I can have both and I will. She softened up her stance on not being with me after my car accident at the end of the year in May. We text or call every day.
I’ve been working on my business plan. I need it to be solid when I try to get investors. Things aren’t as easy as I first thought, but nothing will stop me from reaching my goals.
My plans are complete. I’m going to approach one or two of the big sponsors who are alumni of the college. One person I’ve targeted is Paul Peirson. He’s an NFL superstar now. He graduated from Mid-Florida College five years ago. Led the football team to the first and only championship. Was drafted number one and is the star quarterback for the Charlotte Bobcats. Charlotte lost out in the championship this year, but I know he’ll bring them a trophy one day. He’s a down-to-earth guy and still comes back to town every chance he gets. My parents know his parents. His youngest brother, Greg, and I hung out with the same group of guys all through high school.
I stop by the university’s president’s office, Mr. Coble to talk with him about Paul. Knocking on the door, I fidget on my feet, waiting for someone to answer.
The door opens and Mr. Trayer greets me. “Hello Jaden. What can I do for you?” He stands to the side so I can enter the office.
“Is Mr. Coble available for a few minutes? I don’t have an appointment, but I won’t take long, promise.” I clasp my hands together.
“Take a seat and let me check.” He waves his arm over the gray chair in front of his desk. Standing beside his desk, he taps on the phone and says into the handset, “Jaden Lugo is here to see you, sir.” He nods. Hanging up the phone, he looks at me.
“Mr. Coble will see you. Please follow me.”
I stand and follow him into Mr. Coble’s spacious office. Mr. Trayer turns and leaves the office. I walk toward the oak desk where the university president is seated behind.
“Mr. Coble. Thank you for seeing me.” I hold my hand for him to shake.
He takes my hand in his, and we shake hands. He points to the black chair.
“Have a seat, Jaden. What can I do for you?” He sits forward, clasping his hands on his desk.
“Well, I have one more year before I graduate, and I have my business plan almost done. But I’ll need investors for my dream of owning a place in New York City.”
“That’s quite a lofty goal. New York isn’t an easy town to begin in and even harder to succeed in. Are you sure you want to go all the way up there?” he asks.
I scratch my chin and hesitate a beat.
“Well… that’s my plan at the moment.” I shrug.
“Is there someone you were thinking of reaching out to?” He taps his fingers on the desk.
