Chapter 1
Mackenzie
“Welcome to Guac ‘n Roll. Can I get you started with something to drink?”
“I’ll take a hibiscus margarita, please.” Kenzie grinned at the server.
Over the edge of her vibrantly colored, laminated menu, Austin’s eyebrow twitched. It would have been all but imperceptible to anyone who didn’t know him. She rolled her eyes. “And I’ll take a water too, please. Light ice.”
“I would like a water, and could we get some mock-a-mole to start please?”
Kenzie’s face scrunched up like he’d ordered a plate of live worms, and she held up her hand. “Eh. Veto. Make it the real stuff please. No fake-a-mole for this Texan. They’d never let me go back home.”
The server – Claudia, according to her name tag – giggled. “It’s actually not that bad. But yes.” She nodded, a somber expression replacing her toothpaste-commercial-white smile. “I’d rather we didn’t upset the Texan by giving her anything less than authentic guacamole. With real avocados.”
Clasping her hands together like she was praying, Kenzie thanked the woman before digging in her purse for her eco straws.
“I did not say anything.” The corner of Austin’s mouth tugged up in a casual smile. “But I am proud of you for ordering water.”
She waved a metallic blue, stainless steel straw at him. “I know I haven’t had enough water yet today,Sir.” Another eye roll. “But even if I didn’t, your face said everything you were thinking.”
Kenzie had traveled to Cedar Rapids with her hockey team, the Minnesota Snow Pirates for an unscheduled pre-season game. While her boyfriend, and former player on the team, Austin, had graduated, he’d made the trip with her on business of his own.
“Easy, Love. By my count that is two eye rolls in a matter of minutes.”
“Palms gettin’ twitchy?” She pursed her lips to smother a smile – it didn’t work.
He leaned forward, holding her gaze. “Considering how much I know you enjoy a good spanking… my palms are always twitchy, Mackenzie.” He didn’t lower his voice, and she didn’t dare look around to see if anyone else heard.
Her face burned, but her stomach growled. He wouldn’t let her skip dinner in favor of warming her butt cheeks with his hand. She needed to pivot the conversation before she started rubbing her crotch against the edge of the table.
Fuck, it had been too long since she’d come.
His lazy smile grew into a panty-melting grin.
“Perhaps later.”
She groaned. He’d edged her for four days… or was it five? She’d lost count in the lack-of-O-delirium. They had plans to head to the outskirts of the city after dinner to scout a potential new location for the expanding franchise of Protocol sex clubs. Maybe she’d convince him to bend her over something and give her a good seeing to when they got done checking out the building was up to scratch.
“Here you go.” Claudia slid Kenzie’s ‘rita from her tray onto the table, followed by both waters, a basket of chips and a bowl of guacamole. As Kenzie slipped a straw into each of their glasses, Claudia tucked the tray under her arm and took a step back. “Are you ready to order?”
Kenzie nodded. “Don’t you need a notebook?”
Claudia tapped her temple. “I got it. Hit me.”
Loving her confidence, and only too keen for the server to leave so she could make a scene demolishing the chips and dip like she’d never been fed, Kenzie pointed at the menu. “We’ll have the steak and cheese tacos, the buttermilk chicken tacos, and the brisket tacos.”
“Is that everything?”
Kenzie shook her head, a section of her hair falling in front of her face. “No, ma’am. We’d like to try the sweet potatoes bravas and the habanero corn on the cob, please. What about you, Austin, what would you like?”
Austin raised an eyebrow as Kenzie collected both menus and offered them to Claudia. “I’m kidding, that’s for both of us.”
Claudia held her hands up. “Hey, no judgement here. Who am I to come between a girl and her tacos?”
Taking a sip of her drink, Kenzie smacked her lips and nodded. “I like you, Claudia. I’m kinda glad we don’t live nearby or I feel like I’d be here all the time.”
“It’s an affliction we locals all must suffer. You won’t find better flour tortillas. Anywhere. Period. Abuelita makes the best flour tortillas in the world.”
