Chapter One—Sonny
Ihad no idea what she meant, but I knew the names of some talented chefs in the area. Blair Group wanted a tasting party, so I guess had to give one.
The Whiskey Bar, and more importantly, Whiskey Neat, my label, needed their support and if that meant some wining and dining, I could sure as shit provide that.
Afterward, everything would be gold.
The scent of chocolate got stronger, and I frowned. I just had one annoyingly sweet problem. How the fuck were my investors supposed to take me seriously if my bar smelled like a kid’s store?
It seemed avoiding my neighbor wouldn’t be a possibility anymore. I readjusted my dick and gave my balls a pinch to keep the damn thing under control.
I already knew how my body reacted to the lush woman, and I braced myself for it. But something happened next, I could not have predicted.
When I walked into the tight alley that connected our properties, I overheard a telephone conversation. Delani was on the phone with someone, a woman, I quickly discerned.
Shamelessly eavesdropping, I leaned closer to the door. Once I heard what was being said, I couldn’t have walked away if I tried.
“Sorry, Jan. It’s just it will be another Valentine’s Day alone. Again! I am fucking cursed. I can’t believe he cheated on me! Of course, I dumped his stupid ass.”
Was this real? She’d broken up with that asshat!
Holy. Fuck.
Finally, I had an opening.
But what was she going to say when I asked her to close for a few days? I pursed my lips and cleared my throat.
There was nothing else to do, so I raised my hand and knocked.
Time to confront the buxom beauty to find out.