Lunchtime Chronicles: Red Velvet by S. London & Siera London & Lunchtime Chronicles

Author:S. London & Siera London & Lunchtime Chronicles [London, S. & London, Siera & Chronicles, Lunchtime]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: ambw romance, Friends to Lovers Romance, one night stand romance, african-american romance, african-american women's fiction
Publisher: Juno Waves Publishing
Published: 2020-10-31T18:30:00+00:00

Chapter Seven

Siah

“Knox, I can’t believe you have carte blanche to the black history museum archives.”

We pass the Oprah Winfrey Theatre, not stopping at Chuck Berry’s Red Cadillac in the Music Crossroads exhibit, the Black Women of the L.A. Rebellion in the halls of Activism, or the new Kobe Bryant Tribute addition in the Sports: Leveling The Playing Field wing. We enter a small gallery beyond Harriet Tubman’s shawl and Nat Turner’s Bible. The walls are covered in smoked glass mirrors, each with a stenciled message denoting African-American women’s contributions to this great nation under God.

He nods, his expression reverent. I’m thankful a man of Knox’s integrity and quiet strength is willing to risk injury, and at times, his life, to return the lost treasures of my heritage. Inside, my heart writes a new song about how he wants to do this new discovery with me. It shows me I matter to him, and I want to do the same in return.

“I’ve recovered a few items in the society’s 400,000 piece catalog.”

Wow, I knew the historians on staff worked diligently to retrieve pictures, quilts, furnishings, clothing, letters, and books significant to African American culture, but I had no idea the collection had expanded to this length since the museum’s opening.

I squeeze his hand tighter. “Damn, how cool is it to be James Bond?”

Knox shakes his head. “Henry Golding would be a better choice.”

Hmm, a British Malaysian super spy? I’d buy a ticket. It was getting harder not the fall for Knox. I think I already have. Seriously, the man knows I’m a history slut. Feeding my beast is a sure way to capture my heart... again. I can’t resist the pull of learning something new. Information addiction is the curse and blessing of every librarian.

“You are too nice to me.”

“You’re my heart, Siah.”

Could this thing between us be this simple? I’m a stranger to love, but Knox makes me believe we can be best friends.

“And you are mine.” I smile, meaning every word.

He takes me in his arms. “Then its settled.”

He doesn’t say more. In this heartbeat, I want to live in his fantasy world. This suspended moment, we pretend that nothing matters beyond what we want. The dream of a husband, three point five kids, the point five being the beagle I can’t bring myself to invest in with the job and mom. Don’t blink. Don’t blink, I repeat to myself. Knowing that when I do, time will reclaim the magic.

I clear my throat, essentially erasing the rising tension. “What did you want to show me?”

“The world,” he says, his eye’s crinkling at the corners when he smiles, “but, let’s start with this.”

He bows, directing his hands like a waiter to a spotlight, and the small glass case in front of us illuminates. Oh my God, he is so stinking sweet. I literally see my panties falling down around my ankles. There is no way in seven levels of purgatory that this man is not getting all up in my velvet tonight.

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