Page 189 of The Love of Priest

Britain angled herself to wrap her arms around Priest in an embrace. "They like you too," she whispered back to him. "All the ladies think you’re fine.”

"Word?" Priest raised a brow in amusement.

She playfully rolled her eyes. "Don't get all big headed on me now."

"I'll leave that to you. You're the one with the fine man." He licked his lips.

Britain eyed him, her cheekbones perked high as a contagious smile plastered her face. In bliss, she let out a laugh. "I love you," she professed.

"I love you too," Priest replied to her before leaning in and pecking her lips lightly.

ChapterForty-Seven

LA LEALTÁ

MANHATTAN, NEW YORK

As Cyro parked the SUV, Jazzy’s light brown eyes glanced out the tinted window. She was running a little late when she arrived at La Lealtá, but it was definitely intentional. She had finally given Cameron a chance to take her out, but she didn't plan on it being a typical date where he thought he would sweep her off her feet.

For one, she suggested he take her to a restaurant that she practically owned. Secondly, she was about thirty minutes late because she had Cyro circle the block a few times just to keep Cameron waiting and to allow Cyro to make sure she was completely safe.

"You okay here, Ms. Barrette?" Cyro asked.

Jazzy let out a deep breath before nodding. It wasn't like this was her first date or anything. Tonight just felt different. She for sure wasn't going to get in over her head, but no matter how much she pushed Cameron away, he seemed to become even more attracted to her. She liked that about him.

"Yeah, Cy. Thank you." She smiled as he climbed out of the car to assist her out. Placing her hand into his, she stepped out of the vehicle with her bag in her other hand. "Remember, Cyro. Don't mention any of this to Priest. If he asks, tell him we went to the club," she coached Cyro once more.

Cyro, who wasn't comfortable lying to Priest about his sister's whereabouts, had a look of hesitation on his face that replaced the usual unapproachable mug he usually wore. "If he asks, I'll direct him to you," he said.

Jazzy stale faced Cyro before rolling her eyes. "Fine," she muttered defeatedly. "I appreciate it, Cy. I'll call you when I finish here."

Cyro nodded. "I'll be out here waiting," he assured her before getting back into the vehicle.

Jazzy chuckled at the thought of how seriously Cyro took his job. Whenever he was around, he literally never let her out of his sight. She waved goodbye to him, and he responded with a simple curt nod of his head. Jazzy entered the doors of La Lealtá with a smile on her face as everyone greeted her. She really hadn’t been around much since she had spent most of her time in Paris, but that didn't stop Priest from giving everyone the rundown on how she was to be treated when she came through. Priest nor Jazzy expected to be put on a pedestal, but if requests were made, they were to be granted.

The wait for a table at La Lealtá was usually pretty long during the evening, but Jazzy was handled with care and appointed to her requested table in the beautifully decorated outside portion of the restaurant. As she was ushered to the table, she could see Cameron sitting, glancing at his watch, anticipating her arrival. At the sight of her, he politely stood up from his seat.

"You look gorgeous," he complimented Jazzy as the two shared a light hug.

"‘Preciate that, Cameron," she thanked him as he pulled out the chair for her to take a seat. Underneath the glowing lights that flowed through the outside dining area of La Lealtá, Jazzy's golden skin radiated. Tonight, she kept things simple and natural as her hair flowed down her back in its natural curls, and her makeup was minimal. She graced her body with a couture silk dress she purchased straight from the runway during Fashion Week the year before.

"Can I start you two off with anything? Wine, champagne?" the server asked with a warm smile.

Cameron’s eyes trailed from Jazzy to the drink menu that was presented before him. "We will have—" he began, causing Jazzy to screw up her face in distaste.

"Excuse me?" she interjected, causing Cameron's eyes to ascend from the drink menu to her. "We won't be having anything. I didn't ask you to order for me," she corrected him with a screwed face.

Cameron cleared his throat before licking his lips as a tactic to keep him from clenching his jaw. "My fault," he apologized with another one of his charming smiles that put his dimples on full display.

"Yeah, it is," Jazzy said while nodding her head. "Anyway, I'll have the coconut milk mojito." She turned her head to smile up at the server as she handed in the drink menu. "And separate checks, please."

"That won't be necessary." Cameron shook his head, not liking the fact that Jazzy was attempting to pay for her half of the outing on her own.

Jazzy’s orbs shifted from the server, who was standing in the midst of their awkward interaction, to Cameron. "Let's leave here tonight not expecting anything from each other," Jazzy encouraged. "The checks will be separate.”

"You can't think I'm gonna let you pay for your own dinner when I'm the one who asked you out." He shook his head.

"You gonna sit across from me wasting the night arguing about who's paying for what, or are you gonna save our server from feeling awkward by allowing her to do her job and take your order?" She presented the ultimatum with a smirk.

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