Page 14 of Eat Slay Love

She is too crazy.

I scanned the space.

The interior of the car was nothing short of a dream. The seats were upholstered in the softest black leather. Ambient lighting glowed from hidden fixtures. There was even a starry ceiling of tiny pinpoints of LED light twinkling overhead like the night sky.

I leaned back into the plush seat.

The chauffeur, Dalvin slid into the driver’s seat and glanced at me in the rearview mirror. “Is the temperature to your liking, Ms. Harris?”

“It is perfect.”

“Would you care for some music?”

“That sounds great.” Smiling, I turned to the right and caught my reflection in the window.

For a second, I barely recognized myself. The shimmering pink gown, the radiant skin, the spark of confidence in my eyes—it was all me, but it felt like a new me.

Wow.

Dalvin pressed a button.

Next, jazz rose within the car, enveloping me. A saxophone wailed alongside melodious drums.

“Next stop. . .Alchemy.” Dalvin nodded and pulled us away from the curb. “Happy Valentine’s Day.”

“Thank you.”

As we glided through the city streets, I couldn’t help but let out a small laugh, my excitement spilling over.

Manhattan on Valentine’s Day was a sight to behold. Couples strolled hand in hand down bustling sidewalks, their faces illuminated by the glow of shop windows displaying everything from glittering diamonds to bouquets of red roses.

Taxis honked impatiently, weaving through traffic like yellow bullets.

Above it all, the Empire State Building glowed pink and red which must have been a tribute to the love-struck holiday.

“Will you be meeting your husband at Alchemy?” Dalvin’s tone was casual yet curious.

“No.”

“Then, boyfriend.”

“Oh no—”

“Oh. I’m sorry. Girlfriend?”

I smirked. “No. I’m solo this evening. My therapist told me I should spoil myself, so here we are.”

He chuckled, and his laugh was deep and rich. “That’s good advice. More people should do that.”

“And what about you?” I met his gaze in the mirror. “I know you are working this evening, but did you spoil anyone this Valentine’s day?”

“Well. . .do you promise not to judge?”

“Of course.”

He frowned. “I made sure to worktonightsince I’ve got a wife and a girlfriend, and I didn’t want to have to choose who to take out this evening.”

I blinked, caught off guard. “Excuse me?”

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