In this week’s excerpt from Whiskey And Merlot A Love Story, heroine, Isabelle Perkins had her first date with Lincoln Davis at La Carousel Lounge, a jazz club owned by Robert and James Paschal in Atlanta.
In 1960, the club with a capacity to seat two hundred patrons opened its doors next to Paschal’s, a restaurant the brothers owned. Known as Atlanta’s “jazz mecca,” top notched jazz musicians and vocalists like Ramsey Lewis, Aretha Franklin and many others performed there on a regular basis.
Viewed as the “happening place” for the city’s African-Americans, the Pashchal Brothers also welcomed White patrons to the club, the only establishment to do so at the time. No wonder Isabelle’s love interest, Lincoln Davis selected the club for his romantic date with her. Not only was La Carousel Lounge a “happening” place, but it was a historical trendsetter for its time. Read about Isabelle’s exciting date with the handsome Lincoln Davis below. Enjoy.
Isabelle could spot Lincoln anywhere. She saw him the minute she came through the door. Lincoln looked handsome in his blue silk suit and shiny black Calvin Klein oxfords. He wore his suit well with his fine, commanding presence, and her heart fluttered with excitement. He made his way over to her, and his lips parted into a gangster grin. His swagger and handsome looks were magical to her, and Isabelle felt her knees buckle at the sight of him.
She managed to stay upright, drawing in a deep breath as she met him halfway.
“What’s up, Baby Girl?” he greeted her, grabbing her hand.
Goosebumps tingled up and down her arm when she touched his hand. She knew she was in deep, deep trouble. This aﬀair was going to hurt once it was all over. However, she couldn’t stop herself. She was swept up and dazzled by his sexual charm.
“How are you this evening?” she asked.
“Better now,” he grinned.
The music faded into a bebop rhythm, prompting a crowd to dash to the dance floor. Lincoln led Isabelle to the non-smoking section. He pulled out a chair from the table, and Isabelle sat.
“So, what are you drinking this evening?” he asked as he scooted his seat closer to her.
“Wine,” Isabelle said with her voice quivering a little. All of a sudden, she was nervous and overwhelmed with the whole situation.
“What kinda wine?” he inquired as he gestured for the waitress to come over.
“Merlot,” she said. The waitress bounced over, took their orders, and left just as quickly. The music changed from a bebop rhythm to a slow melodic tempo, turning the atmosphere into a romantic mood.
Lincoln leaned in closer, and she felt his hot breath on her cheek. “Care to dance?” he asked.
“No, I pass,” Isabelle replied cautiously.
“What are you so afraid of?”
“You,” she answered in a soft voice.
“What do you think is going to happen here?” he whispered in her ear.
Isabelle shrugged her shoulders, giggling nervously. “Nothing, I guess.”
He stood, towering over her, and grabbed her hand. “Let’s dance.”
He led her to the dance floor and pulled her to him, placing his left hand firmly on her hip. He held her close, and his muscular strength made her feel vulnerable and safe at the same time.
They floated across the room as if hypnotically synced as one. The fragrance of his lavender cologne made her swoon, and she thought she would faint. He held her closer, and she felt a hard ridge pressing on her abdomen. He was hard as a rock, and his arousal inflamed her sexual desire. When she gazed into his handsome ebony face, he leaned over, and his lips were five inches from hers.
He whispered, “The problem is…if I kissed you, I don’t think I’d be able to stop.”
“Go ahead,” Isabelle boldly said with her heart pounding in her chest. “I want you too.”
She felt the gentle press of his velvety dark lips on hers. He kissed her as if she belonged to him. For a moment, she could taste the next sixty years of her life as she surrendered to his intoxicating passion. He kissed the tip of her nose and moved to her neck gently nibbling and sucking on her soft skin. Isabelle’s eyes widen, and she pushed him away.
“No hickeys!” she scolded him.
“Okay,” he laughed.
He backed oﬀ. “Keep your panties on. I get it.”
He took her hand, and they returned to the table. Their drinks had arrived, and they both sat. Isabelle tasted her wine. It was smooth and dry, just the way she liked it.
“Mmm, very good,” she purred feeling pleased. Isabelle eased back in her seat and looked at Lincoln. “Do you come here often?”
“Been here a couple of times. It’s okay for a drink.”
“Mm-hmm,” Isabelle said.
They looked at each other for a long moment, and he said, “I kinda like you.”
“Kinda like me? What is that?”
He leaned in closer. “Okay, I like you.”
“This isn’t going to work. You’re married.”
Isabelle’s mahogany eyes sharply bored into him. “What do you mean ‘so’?”
“Do not challenge me, woman.”
Isabelle reared back with her temper flaring. “Oooooooo, you got the wrong one, my brother! I will challenge you if I damn well please. Who in the hell do you think you’re talking to?”
He cracked up laughing. “You’re so cute when you get mad.”
“Oh, you think I’m cute when I get mad? Well, get ready handsome, because I’m about to get fine as hell!”
“Isabelle, calm your sexy ass down,” he chuckled with his eyebrows touching.
“Well, nothing,” he interrupted her. He stood up and extended his hand. “Let’s dance, Baby Girl. You need to calm down.”
Isabelle giggled hysterically. She loved the way he handled her. Most men couldn’t deal with her temper, but he could. Lincoln saw right through her brash exterior, and it was refreshing. She took his hand, and they danced for the rest of the evening.
When he escorted her to her car, it was one o’clock in the morning. Before they parted, he planted a series of hot sizzling kisses on her lips and Isabelle fell for him before she even realized it. Until Next Time. Thanks For Reading. Comments Welcome.