Page 5 of Cookies and Cream

“I know, I know. But I told you what happened the last time I came here.”

I didn’t even get to meet the guys I swiped right on when I came to Taters and Beer the last time because I ran away from my Vegas one-night stand like my ass was set on fire. I had no idea what to do or how to behave once I came face to face with the gorgeous stranger again.

I didn’t think I would ever see him again.Cream.That’s what I called the man with creamy skin and a dick that wouldn’t quit. And it was fitting that he called me Cookie.Cookies and Cream.

Besides, I had to call him something since I didn’t get his name. And even though I did that on purpose, in hindsight, I wish I had asked him more questions.

“So you saw a guy that you let slap it up, flip it, and rub it down like he was a member of Bell Biv Devoe. Who cares. You’re a grown-ass woman. Let your freak flag fly, girl! Anyway, what are the chances of him being here tonight.”

“That’s true. It’s ladies’ night, after all. I’m sure I’ll never see him again.” I let out a deep exhale.

“I don’t understand why you’re running from good dick anyway. You know that shit is hard to find. Like, why, sis?” Tasha abruptly stops before we get to the door of the bar and flips her long braids over her shoulder. Her brown eyes bore into me, waiting for an answer.

I shrug, “I don’t know. I just want something more. And you know the old saying… you can’t meet your soulmate in the club.”

“Tuh. That’s that silly shit that will keep your vagina covered in cobwebs and dust. You can meet your soulmate anywhere. Even in Vegas. You might want to keep that in mind.” Tasha turns on her heel and struts inside, and I follow behind her.

As soon as we get inside, Dontae waves her hand to signal us, and we wave back. We make our way to the booth, and I’m glad Dontae got here early because, once again, this place is crowded.

“Hey, chicas! Glad ya’ll could make it,” Dontae greets us as she stands and hugs us.

Dontae’s friend Anita gives a wave and a smile, and I smile and scoot into the booth beside Tasha.

“Thanks for inviting me again. It’s been a long work week, and we still have one more day to go. I needed a drink,” I say, relaxing against the booth.

“What can I get you ladies to start?” The deep voice sends chills straight to my vagina.

I look up and almost swallow my damn tongue.How can one man look and sound so damned fine? And he works here?

“Hey, Simon! We must be VIP if we have the owner serving us.” Dontae stands again and givesSimona hug.

“Owner?” My eyes bug out of my head at the information.

“Well, hello again, Cookie.” Simon smiles at me.

The way his smile lights up his entire face should be illegal. He makes my panties wet with just one look, and I feel a flush of desire come over me.Damn, I should not be this horny.

“Who the hell is Cookie?” Anita looks around the table with a twinkle in her eye.

I like Anita, but the woman is one of the nosiest people I have ever encountered. She loves some good hot tea and loves to pour it even more.

“She’s, Cookie.” Simon points at me, his smile widening.

All eyes swing to me and I want the ground to open and swallow me whole.Laaawwwd, what did I do to deserve this? Oh, right, debauchery in Vegas.

“No,she’sLayla,” Dontae says, looking between Simon and me.

“Is thistheVegas?” Tasha asks as she looks Simon up and down. “Noooiiice. Go ahead, friend. I am not mad.”

“Jesus, take the wheel,” I groan, looking up at the ceiling.

“Vegas? Ya’ll met in Vegas? When did this happen? And where was I?” Dontae mischievously questions.

Anita is rubbing her hands together, ready for the juice. Dontae is smiling like a cat that just ate the canary, and Tasha is still drooling over Simon. From the outside looking in the scene would be funny as hell, but since the attention is on me, I don’t feel an ounce of humor.

“Listen, ladies… what happens in Vegas stays in Vegas. Right,Simon.” I look at him with pleading eyes.

I was just trying to get my groove back. I needed a little ego boost after Vincent cheated on me with some random chick off of social media, and my confidence took a major hit. We were together for four years, and I thought he was happy. Hell, I thought I was happy. But the connection I had with Simon, I never had that with Vincent. And I can admit it scared the shit out of me.