Samantha
The evening was going wonderfully. After we danced, we sat at tables. We conversed with clients and others that Dashawn had introduced me to. I had garlic chicken with garlic asparagus and a baked potato. There was chocolate mousse for dessert. It was light and fluffy. The first spoonful I took I let out a soft moan. I saw Dashawn stiffen next to me and I looked at him. His eyes blazed at me with an emotion I couldn’t decipher.
“Are you okay?” I asked, licking my lips.
His gaze followed my tongue and then snapped back to me.
“I’m fine,” he said, his voice strained.
I shrugged and went back to my dessert. When I was finished, I couldn’t help licking my spoon and when I did, I inadvertently made eye contact with Dashawn. My tongue slowly licked the remnants of the m
