I give you a little flash fiction (raw and unedited) of the story when Gabe went to the grand opening of Cordeau’s a year before he asked her out! Enjoy!
Liana had had a bad night the night before and Reed was there with her, consoling my sister and bleeding his love into her so that she would heal from the terrible nightmares that plagued her while she slept. I’d been there most of the day to help take her mind off of the events she’d had in her dreams. Whatever she saw when she closed her eyes at night, she never told us. She wouldn’t do that, because she thought she was strong enough to handle it without us knowing too.
A billboard caught my eye as I drove home from their home. The sign read, “Grand Opening Tonight at Cordeau’s…Cajun Fusion…1974 Windham Dr.” I don’t know what made me turn my truck around and head to the restaurant. Maybe I was hungry…or maybe it was her.
The parking lot was full and people mingled around outside the building. An actor I’d met once, nodded in my direction as I stepped onto the sidewalk leading to the front doors. He snubbed out a cigarette and made his way to an awaiting town car a few feet away, a beautiful blonde on his arm.
Unlike me, he had someone to go home to. All that waited on me was an empty house and reruns of Dr. Who. Ash and Mary were at home enjoying their new baby boy and Kane was shacked up with his new wife, Delilah. Liana had finally kicked me out once she’d had enough of my hovering.
The paparazzi were snapping pictures of the celebrities as I approached the front doors. There was a line of people waiting to get into the place, but a very tall, dark-skinned man caught my attention and motioned me over to where he was standing, “Mr. Miller, Welcome to Cordeau’s. Will there only be one in your party tonight, sir?”
“Yes, thank you,” I replied, sounding like a pathetic loser. Everyone around me had dates and there I was standing with my hands in my pockets like a sad little boy.
“Ms. Cordeau will seat you,” he said, holding open the door. The glass was heavily tinted and I couldn’t see what was inside. When I walked into the lobby, I didn’t see the fresh arrangements of flowers, or the brown leather benches in the reception area, or the beautiful paintings of New Orleans. All I saw was the most beautiful woman that I’d ever seen in my life. My knees wobbled and I had to straighten my spine before I fell to my knees and worshiped at her feet. I had the sudden urge to rip my heart from my chest and lay it at her feet.
Ms. Cordeau, the owner, was a few inches shorter than me. Her long brown hair fell in ringlets to her waist. When she looked in my direction, her deep brown eyes seemed to sparkle as the tops of her cheekbones flushed a beautiful shade of pink. My cock twitched in my jeans and I wondered if her nipples and pussy were the same color.
“Mr. Miller,” she rasped, shaking my hand. “This way, please.”
I walked behind her like an obedient dog. She was wearing a black dress that formed to her body. Her hips flared perfectly and her ass shimmied when she took a step. My fingers itched to tangle in the mass of curls at her waist and pull her body flush with mine. She was beautiful.
“A waiter will be with you shortly,” she said, holding her hand out to the table that was to be mine. “May I get you a drink while you wait to order?”
“Yes, a glass of merlot, please,” I replied and took my seat. She walked away and disappeared through the kitchen doors. My pulse thundered so loudly that my ears were clogged with the sound. I had to adjust myself from the pinch of pain behind my zipper. My fucking cock was eager to get to know her, but hell, I had to tell the fucking thing that she was probably married.
If she were my wife, I’d make sure she had a diamond ring the size of a boulder on her finger to tell every motherfucker in the world that she was mine. She was too beautiful to be single…that was for damn sure.
A dark haired woman returned with my glass of wine and I was extremely disappointed that Ms. Cordeau wasn’t the one to be serving me tonight. I thanked her politely and looked around the restaurant for the stunning woman that owned the place. She’d exited the kitchen while I was distracted by the new waitress and was now talking to a table across the room. I snarled inside when I saw the motherfucker that was flirting with her.
The guy was from a death metal band that was making a name for themselves by releasing some bad ass songs that were played on the satellite radio station dedicated to that genre of music. I’d met the guy before and he was a complete douchecanoe. He wasn’t like most rockstars and have a different woman every night. No, Rex Draco had a fucking harem. He had several women who he carried around wherever he went. He seriously had six women at his disposal twenty-four seven.
I watched as he smiled warmly at Ms. Cordeau (I didn’t even know her first name.). When he reached out and placed his hand on top of hers, I almost burst out of my seat. What the fuck was wrong with me? I had the overwhelming urge to protect her and the thought of another man touching her made me murderous. My panic calmed slightly when she politely removed her hand from under his and she took half step back and out of his reach. The other women smiled warmly at Ms. Cordeau, none of them angry at either him or her. I shook my head at the strange lifestyle that guy led.
It wasn’t my cup of tea, for sure. I only had room for one woman in my life. I don’t know how he kept up with all of them and I sure as hell don’t know how those women didn’t kill each other because they were so eat up with jealousy.
As my order was brought to the table, I scanned the room, keeping an eye on her as she made her rounds to the customers. I’d just placed my spoon in my empty bowl when she slowly walked over to my table.
“How was your meal, Mr. Miller?” she asked. The soft Cajun twang rolled off of her words and I realized I could listen to her talk for hours without getting tired.
“Delicious, Ms. Cordeau,” I replied, smiling warmly at her. “Congratulations on your grand opening.”
“Thank you, very much,” she replied and held out her hand. “It was a pleasure to meet you and I hope you come again, soon.”
“I will definitely return for the gumbo,” I smiled, shaking her hand. “It was delicious.”
“Thank you,” she blushed. Damn, I wanted to brush my thumb over her cheek to see if her skin was as warm as it looked.
“Good night, Mr. Miller,” she replied, dropping my hand. I felt the immediate loss.
“Good night, Ms. Cordeau,” I smiled. “Until we meet again…”