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“I am glad you like it, what bedroom would you like to have? I ask her as I bring her bag in.
“Where’s your bedroom?”
“Lennox,” I say in warning.
“I was just going to say I want to be near you,” she says.
“Let me show you to your room then. I moved so fast I neglected to ask if you had eaten or if you were hungry. Can you eat?” I ask her as we head upstairs to the room, she is going to be staying in.
“I am a little hungry, I could eat,” she says as I open the door to the room, she’ll be staying in that’s directly across the hall from me. I wheel her luggage in and tell her…
“Go ahead and freshen up and I’ll work on getting us something to eat. Take a right and head down the back stairs and it’ll bring you directly to the kitchen,” I tell her before giving her a quick kiss and heading downstairs.
Jaasiel sent me a text letting me know he was on the way, and I wanted to let him in and go freshen up for dinner too.
“Peter, who is this woman you called in a favor for? He asks me as he begins to unpack the bags he brought with him.
“An old friend from high school,” I tell him. Is there anything else you need from me? I want to go shower and change before dinner.
“Nope, dinner shouldn’t take long, and don’t worry I will handle everything,” he tells me. Once I am sure Jaasiel is good I head back upstairs to my room to shower and get dressed.
By the time I make it back downstairs, the kitchen smells like an exclusive restaurant. He has the dining room table set up in olive green and gold complete with flowers, candles, and music. I’ve changed into cream linen pants and a cream lightweight sweater and sandals. I walk into the kitchen and just watch Jaasiel do his thing. I asked him why he won’t work in a restaurant, and he told me cooking is what he does to relax and being a chef would take that away and it’s not worth it to him. I could only respect that. He cooks amazing dishes but always what he wants to do when he wants to do it. There is no pressure on him, and it allows him the creative freedom he does not always have with the business he shares with his brothers.
“How are things looking?” I ask him. He doesn’t even flinch letting me know he knew I was there the whole time.
“I am ready to serve if you and your companion are ready to eat.” He tells me without breaking stride in what he was doing.
“No, Jaasiel, I will serve my guest and myself, if you show me what goes first.”
“You want privacy huh? I understand, how about this I’ll show you what to serve and when and once the desserts are done I’ll just leave. A few things are going in the oven, and you will not be able to keep an eye on them, serve and entertain your guest,” he tells me
“That sounds reasonable. Jaasiel, thank you for doing this for me I really appreciate it,” I tell him.
“Of course, you’re family. All you have to do is ask.” He tells me. I pull him in a hug.
“Do I get one of those too?” Lennox asks from the doorway, and I turn and almost swallow my tongue.
Lennox
I am glad I followed my mind and packed a couple of dresses. And men say we overpack, and I say we prepare for any eventuality. I look at the two dresses I brought with me and throw caution to the wind and decide on the navy-blue spaghetti strap bodycon dress with the thigh-high split. I let my locs down, throw on the silver heels, lip gloss, and head downstairs.
When I get to the kitchen, I hear Peter and another man's voice, and I follow them to where the owners are. When I get to the kitchen, I see Peter looking relaxed and delicious and another man that must have the giant gene somewhere in his lineage. He has on chef’s clothes, but even that couldn’t hide the fact that he is all muscle. He is a good-looking young man; he looks younger than me but not too much. I wonder who he is to Peter. I finally make my presence known, and both men look at me.
Peter looks like he wants to forget dinner, but we have put off getting the answers we both want for long enough. Tonight will determine if I am moving to Mississippi to be with Peter and become the new chief of staff or if I am going back to Alabama.
“Lenny, let me introduce you to my…?”
“Son.”
“To my son Jaasiel. He was gracious enough to come over and cook dinner for us. Jaasiel this is Dr. Lennox Anderson, a friend from high school” he introduces us. Jaasiel does not take my proffered hand, but he takes the back of my head and leans down to bring my forehead to touch his forehead. When he releases me and straightens, he simply says “welcome”. I look to Peter, and he is watching Jaasiel like he wants to say something, but Jaasiel cuts him off.
“If you guys will head to the dining room, I will serve the first course.” Peter wants to argue but I take his hand and head over to the dining area. Benny pulls my chair out and I take the offered seat. Jaasiel sat Peter at the head of the table and sat me to his left.
“Lenny, you look delectable in that dress. You are definitely testing my self-control” he says.
“You don’t look that bad yourself, Bennett,” I say. The song that was playing ends and Sade Cherish the Day begins to play. Jaasiel walks in carrying our first course. I look at the baked brie with caramelized onions and mushrooms, it looks amazing and of course, my stomach decides to agree at that very moment. He pours us wine a 1945 Romanée-Conti, and I shudder to think of the price of one bottle of this wine. I will definitely savor this bottle. We eat and talk surface talk. Jaasiel comes back the Maine lobster salad with citrus Dijon vinaigrette dressing and caviar.
“Is he a chef?” I ask as I lick the fork.
“Believe it or not no, this is his hobby,” Peter tells me, and I am even more impressed than I was before. The main course was a roasted rack of lamb with couscous, slow-roasted tomatoes, choron sauce, stuffed roasted squash, and sauce navarin.
“Peter, Lennox? I will be leaving now. I have set desert up at the outside dining room. You both have a good night” he says and leaves before we can get thank you out of our mouths.
“We have to do something amazing for him. This meal was the best meal I have ever had,” I tell him.
“Definitely,” Peter agrees. We have danced around long enough it’s time to get the answers we both want and deserve.
