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I made it to the room with five minutes to spare. Gambit knocked on the door, making me smile. This wonderful, romantic man is knocking on his own door. A perma-smile affixed to my face I opened the door and my jaw nearly dropped to the ground. A single long-stemmed red rose in his hand, he was dressed head to toe in black. Tight black jeans hugged his legs. His ass was going to look amazing. A black button-down shirt fit him to perfection. He had the top two buttons undone giving me a glimpse of the hair on his chest. I went to sleep most nights with my fingers curled in his chest hair. Gambit’s black boots were polished with silver tips.
He kissed me gingerly and I wanted more. Nay promised me this beautiful red gloss wouldn’t come off. I put it to the test and kissed him until my knees felt like jelly.
“Ready for our date?”
“Yes, you look amazing.”
“Thank you. But you, my Queen, steal the show.”
He took my hand leading us outside. The glare of the late evening sun blinded me momentarily. When my eyes came into focus, I saw a long white limo with a uniformed driver. A little squeal escaped my lips. Gambit handed me inside. A bottle of my favorite tequila sat in an ice bucket. Beside the bucket on a silver tray half a dozen chocolate-covered cherries. A single red long stemmed rose lay across the tray.
“Chocolate dipped cherries are my favorite. How did you know?”
“Nola is an uber fan.”
“I love that girl.”
He laughed. “Me too.”
The limo ride was short and sweet. We made out a little. His sweet kisses calmed me. I’m a complete nervous wreck. Gambit hadn’t made a move on me all week. When I started to freak. I reached out to the girls. My cauldron assured me that Gambit was only trying to give me time to process the stepmonster’s latest actions. I fell in love with him a little more every day. I’d soon be ass over end, a three-sixty version of head over tails.
When we stopped, Gambit lifted me off his lap and set me on his left-hand side. He slid out of the limo first offering me his hand. My eyes went to his. A mixture of love, happiness and a hint of mischief filled those blue eyes.
I looked past him after staring into his eyes, gasping when I spotted a sleek black carriage. It was covered in white roses with touches of cream and ivory, and splashes of soft peach. As with the flowers he had Papa deliver him that first week, Gambit chose flowers for their meaning. White roses mean a variety of amazing things. Love, humility, respect, hope and new beginnings. He’d become all those things for me. His love and affection humbled me to my core. In the short time we’d known each other, he’d shown what love is truly like. Not the love of a father, or even a best friend but a bond I wished my father and mother would have had. She loved him but not the way he loved her.
Ivory roses represent charm, gracefulness, thoughtfulness and purity. Another nod to my virginity. My lower lips tingled in anticipation. The Cauldron was right. He was waiting for me, for a special moment.
Cream roses are his pledge to me; they represent benevolent, pure love. And peach is associated with youth, innocence and femininity. I’d done a six-month stint in the flower shop at one of the hotels I worked for while earning my degree. Pierre believed a bouquet should convey a message. Not as simple as I love you or I thought of you. Perhaps it’s a birthday or anniversary. Flowers have a language all their own.
Finally, my eyes landed on a matching pair of bay mules. If I had to guess they stood about a little over sixteen hands high. I rushed over to them, stopping in front of the driver.
“Hi, I’m Stormy. Your mules are gorgeous. What are their names?”
“Hi Stormy. This is Jack and Dane. I’m Mr. Kennedy. I’ll be your driver tonight. Would you like to give them a treat?”
“Yes, please. I’d love that.”
We chatted for a few minutes while I fawned over the beautiful mules. The night was barely beginning, and Gambit’s already bowled me over twice.Will I even make it through the evening without passing out?
“Are you ready, bébé?”
“Yes!”
“Let me help you into the carriage.”
Gambit helped me into the carriage. A light snack and ice-cold bottles of water sat in the carriage seat opposite from ours. Gambit took my hand, content to let me take in the view while the carriage wheels rolled through the streets of New Orleans famous French Quarter. They headed toward Jackson Square as the sun set. Yellow had faded into orange. Orange gave way to deep pinks and dusky purples. Navy took over the far edges of the sky. The sun slipped into the deep navy sky and the first star twinkled in between the clouds.
I was so immersed in the sunset I missed our arrival. The carriage stopped in front of the famous Galatoire's. My eyes widened in surprise. I turned in my seat, giving Gambit a quick kiss.
“Beau, I’ve always wanted to dine here.”
“Looks like I chose well then.”
Gambit helps me down by keeping his large hand in the small of my back, he guides me inside. After giving his name the hostess quickly checked our reservation before escorting us to a small private dining area.
