Slow Love

Chapter 5-Lunch in the Little Kitchen

I put all my clothes away and unpacked for the week. I decided to take a shower and clean off all the travel funk and that way I was prepared for a long day into the night because when he gets into work, it never stops. I found in the bathroom a whole array of sweet smelling soaps, bath salts,shampoos and lotions. I hopped into the shower and it felt really good to have a nice hot shower, use some of the products there for me. I decided to wear a comfortable outfit so we could work as long as needed. A pair of leggings and a soft swirly top. It is usually never cold in here so I was good to go. If anything it can sometime be just too darn hot. Well, maybe now that I am not having my private tropical vacations anymore, it won't be that hot. I had a little time to take a much needed nap and set the alarm for 11:30. That gave me about an hour to gear up for what was ahead. Alarm went off, fixed my hair and make-up and put on some flats and headed down to the Little Kitchen. Patrick stopped me as I headed across the Atrium and wanted to talk. He was so excited, he was beside himself. I told him I had to get over there and meet Prince for lunch. We kinda laughed that he was always late and that I could hang with him till we saw him come down. So, we caught up a bit and he told me something was up, Prince was in a mood he'd never seen before. I quizzed as to what did he mean. He said, you know he is just so agreeable and that's not like him. I laughed it off and said he knew he had to be on his best behavior while I was here or I would leave. He said he was like a different person since he knew I was coming here. I said 'Oh come on?' He said 'no, it is really. The staff was concerned but was glad to see him appear happy and out of his blue funk'.  Right about then, Prince came bouncing down the steps with those silly light up wedge shoes and bounded across the atrium towards me.  Patrick scooted off and mouthed to me he'd talk to me later. Prince grabbed my hand and said 'let's go, lunch is awaiting us' and gave me a peck on the cheek. My whole body began to feel those butterflies I had on the plane and thought uh oh, I hope I'm not getting sick. He saw me grimace and ask what was wrong? I said 'indigestion I thought from the food on the airplane'. Oh dear God, I hope I don't fart or something. We rounded the corner and there it was, this beautifully set table with flowers and table cloth, candles and rose pedals on the table. It was so pretty. I gasped, 'all this for lunch?' Prince slid his arm around my waist and said since we couldn't really go out for lunch, he wanted it to look beautiful here. So there again, those damn butterflies go off again. This time thank God it was just as we were getting seated. I thought to myself, something is up here and  I just cannot put my finger on it just yet. He signaled to the staff to bring our lunches out and I was so surprised to find a pasta with shrimp, alfredo sauce and a small salad. Well that should be easy on my stomach if I am coming down with something. He just sat and watched me eat at first. I looked at him and said, huh uh, you need to eat too. He relented as he knew I would not let up until he ate his food. I then reminded him that we probably won't get any dinner as I knew his work ethic. He smirked and said he was not going to starve me. I knew there was always food around so I asked what was for dinner. He said 'another surprise'. Next up was dessert and this lovely chocolate creation arrived at the table. I said it was too pretty to eat. He said, girl, I had this made especially for you. So I dove in and it was wonderful. It was like death by chocolate! Now he said 'let us go up to his living room and discuss the projects he had in mind.'

Prince-POV

As I looked over into the atrium at Gigi while she was talking to Patrick, I was blown away with her presence. Those legs and that flowing top, she looked radiantly beautiful. I never remember her being this HOT! I have to put myself in check before I get there so, I just took it all in for a few. Dear God why are you doing this to me. I never in a million years thought I'd be so attracted to a woman like this. She has some miles on her, some good miles but, she is older than me! God help me be a good boy today, please? Just watching how she talked to Patrick was so sweet. Her mannerisms and her kind look on her face was just so special. She really cared about what he was saying as I watched her take it all in. Damn, she is so detail oriented and that is one of the things I loved about her because she was so much like me in that aspect. Well, I'd better get down there before she looks up and sees me gazing down on them. I take a deep breath and say another small prayer as I head down the steps. When I hit the ground floor,she was all smiles looking my way I about melted. OK, P, go do this and keep your C-O-O-L. As I walked over to her she opened her arms for me and I just about lost it. I knew I had to embrace her or she would know something is wrong. I went in for the hug and she smelled so wonderful, I could have just took her that instant. Thank God, I have on loose pants so she won't see my rise, hopefully. She never misses a thing so I hope I can get that in check quickly. I took her hand and there it was again, that electric feeling filling me up. Glad we only had a short jaunt to the Little Kitchen or it would be all over right then and there. I was so happy she was happy with the lunch. She is really easy to please which is one of the reasons I love her so much. No muss, no fuss. Now, I had to figure how I was going to keep my hands off of her while we talked business in my apartment, no less. OK, keep your distance, don't sit next to her, sit across from her. She choose to sit on the sofa and I took the chair next to her. She looked over at me and simply said' OK spill it!'' Why did you bring me all this way?' As I took a deep breath. I thought I have to present this in the best possible way so she will accept what I want her to do. I had been mulling it over and over all day how I would do that. I looked over at her and said, 'what do you think I want you to do?' She was quick on that and fired back at me and said 'OK buddy, no games, spill it or I'm going to leave. I am not here to play any of your mind game. You summonsed me here to do a job. So tell me what that job is.' I gulped and looked into her big brown eyes and knew I had to give it up or she would book right out of there. I said I had been thinking long and hard and I decided to do my own memoirs and I wanted her help. She took a deep breath and just shook her head no. She then said 'I cannot possibly do that. You have to do that all on your own'. She knows me better than anyone else how persuasive I can be so I gave it my best shot. I took on that childish look and flashed my eyes back at her with a big smile. 'Oh come on baby, you are the one and only that can help me with that.' She huffed and said, 'I am not your baby and don't talk to me like that.' It is not going to work no matter how much I know about you and love you it just ain't gonna happen.' Well, she shot that down so my next ploy was to be a beggin' man and I put my head down and began. 'Please,please, please, please, please, please do this for me. I'll do anything and I mean anything you want if you will do this for me.' I looked up and I did see some of the ice begin to melt just a bit. But we were far from home on this. 'Say something please?' She thought which seemed like eternity and said 'let me think about it'. Score! I made it to first base. She said 'I did not say I would do it I just said I'll think about it.' I softly asked her when she would give mean answer and she said by the end of the trip. Dammit! I want to know before then. But she is thinking about it. That's a start. So, I think I can convince her over the next few days to do it. I just have to figure how to do that. She said 'OK one down, what's the other project?'  Well, I really only want her to help me with the memoirs I had to make up something quick for another project. So I came up with this mini book about my direction in music and the industry as it is now and she pondered that one and said, 'OK.' Damn, I wished the other one was that easy. So she said 'when do you want to start on that?' I said 'tomorrow' so I could come up with a real project for her to actually do. She said 'what are we going to do the rest of the day'.I almost forgot to tell her I had a group of dates at the Dakota Jazz club this week and we would be doing some sets. So I told her that on Wednesday thru Saturday we would be playing in the evening so I thought she would be happy to hear that it is not all work but, there will be some play in it as well. So I told her what was planned and  she looked a little dismayed. I said, what's wrong I thought you'd be happy with this. So she proceeded to tell me about the guy on the plane that he wanted desperately to come and was going to try to score a ticket. I said do you know his name and where he's staying? She said, 'yep, got his card.' I said Done! I'll send a pair of tickets over to the hotel for him. Her eyes lighted up and then she said it may blow my cover. I inquired what happened so she told me about their exchange on the plane. I said 'don't worry, I'll put you up onstage and he'll never put two and two together. Besides, I want you up there so you can get your own private concert from me. I'll send some tickets in the back for him so he won't see a thing.' That should make her in a good mood to do my memoirs, right? This is Sunday and I have two days alone with her except for a little rehearsal practice with the band which she should love to be a part of. I can hardly wait for her to meet all of them and they are coming in tomorrow. I just know she is going to love them all. So now what to do for the rest of the day? 

Little Kitchen