Free An Arrangement of Love by Kenya Wright

mouth. “You must be amazing in bed for someone to deal with this situation.”
    “She never complains about the arrangement or my skills in bed.”
    “I would.”
    He licked his lips. “I doubt it.”
    I rolled my eyes. “You sticking your penis in every female that moved didn’t work out, so what did you decide next?”
    “Dawn wanted to meet the women and have them go through physical exams each month to make sure they didn’t have STDs.”
    “That’s why I had to take an STD test and pap smear for the job?”
    “Yes.”
    Well, I’m glad I finally know the significance of those.
    It had blown my freaking mind when they told me I needed them. I’d even wondered if my vagina was the one that would be interviewed during the final job process. It had been my own personal joke, but now I didn’t think that was funny anymore.
    The waiter carried over two square porcelain plates. I recognized the meal as soon as I spotted the food. It was Gabe’s signature dish. My mouth watered. It was the same meal he’d prepared to get the job as sous-chef. It was also what customers and food critics raved about on restaurant review sites.
    “Ossobucco with truffle parmesan risotto.” The waiter placed both dishes in front of us and departed. It smelled amazing. I leaned in and let the savory steam drift up to my nostrils.
    “Ossobucco?” Chase glanced at me.
    I leaned my head to the side. “You’re a billionaire with access to any food you want. Promise me after tonight you’ll try at least one new food dish each week.”
    “Promise me that you’ll share it with me.”
    I waved away the reply. “Ossobucco is braised veil shank in a yummy tomato sauce. Gabe makes the best.”
    “I’m sure Gabe does.” Chase twirled his hand and did a sarcastic wiggle of his head.
    “Do you have a problem with Gabe?”
    Chase targeted me with those green eyes. “He’d better hope I don’t.”
    “Irrational jealousy and male bravado doesn’t score any points with me.”
    “It does when I run the score system.” He dug in his fork, yanked out a big chunk of veal, and placed it in his mouth. I joined him in the feast as he took a bigger chunk. “Once again, Jasmine, you’ve turned me on to something new and delicious, but let me finish the story. Dawn found a woman named Wendy.”
    “How did Dawn find her?” I mumbled between bites.
    “Dawn also likes women. I allow her to have sex with them as long as it’s preapproved through me.”
    “You’re such a giving man.”
    “And you have a wicked tongue.” His eyes followed the spoon as it journeyed to my lips. “Hmmm. You’re not going to feed me this time? I enjoyed it when you fed me the last course.”
    “I think you have enough women fulfilling your needs.”
    “There’s always room for one more.”
    “Said the gorged dragon that gobbled the princess.”
    Coughing, he held his chest and laughed.
    “You added Wendy to your weird relationship? And how did that work out?” I asked.
    “All three of us have been together for five years.”
    “I’m impressed.” I nodded. “I would have figured it wouldn’t last longer than a few months.”
    “I take very good care of my women.”
    “Like a pimp?” I finished my wine and waved at the waiter to bring me another. At this rate, I will be so drunk Chase will need to carry me out of the restaurant. My phone buzzed. I cursed under my breath, remembering that I didn’t tell Troy or Vivian I would be late. I pulled out my phone and checked the screen.
    Vivian: Where are you?
    Me: I’m still in the office, working. I’ll meet you at Drunken Lyrics in an hour.
    Vivian: Cool. Troy and I will drink the champagne without you then. Btw, U suck.
    I didn’t know why I lied to Vivian. I guess texting her that I was in the Lan with Chase would just cause her to rush down, look at us through the windows, and scream. Troy would also be annoyed and probably call to discuss more lessons on jail sodomy. Regardless, I decided to