Chapter 66: Karma POV

**“Sometimes blurred lines are put in your path to have you think about the conditions on the other side.”-Domunique Harris.**

I see Lance in a new light. He is a very giving person. I am surprised he did not correct Nora when she called me Mrs. Logi. As if that was ever possible. If Lance knew what I did on the weekends he might be disgusted with me. I know he was shocked that I wrote such a large check to the shelter, but it is clear they need it.


“It is lunch time”, Lance said.


I suggest we go to the café I went to this morning. Lance was impressed with the café. The same lady that was there this morning is here now. I introduced her to Lance. She asked us what we wanted to order. Lance and I both said surprise me at the same time. Daya brought us a chocolate espresso. Okay, this is wonderful, I heard Lance say.


Daya came with a tray with different types of meats: duck mousse, beef rillettes, beef liver Pâté, chicken Terrine, and pork Boudin all on a baguette cut thin. I could not help the moan that came out of my mouth when I bit into the beef liver Pâté. I looked over at Lance and he seemed to love the duck mousse.

Next came a tapa size of Salade Niçoise, Salade Lyonnaise, Salade au chèvre chaud. Because of the small size of the food, we tried a lot, but I was not full or overwhelmed with flavor. I kind of like this idea.

“You know I was thinking that maybe you could create a policy for all your clubs and restaurants”, I said.
“What kind of policy?”, he asked.
“A policy that will require all of your clubs to donate cooked food to a local shelter. You can call it program adopt a shelter”, I said.
“That is a good idea. I will e-mail my marketing and legal department to look into it”, he said.
“Well, we can start with the club tonight. I am sure they have food left over that can be sent to the shelter”, I said.
“No problem, I will text the manager now telling him to make a report of all the food that is left over nightly. He is to send me the report to include what he is sending to the shelter”, Lance said.
“That sounds good. Can he have a report ready for us tonight so we can look at it?”, I asked.
“Yes, I just told him”, Lance said.

Lance and I talked about random stuff. However, we did not talk about what happened between us in the shower. It might be for the better. We have to work together so there should be no awkwardness. I noticed he sometimes steals glances from me. Lance is cute as hell. He reminds me of L.

“There is a beach nearby according to the internet”, Lance said.
“You want to go to the beach?”, I asked.
“Why not?", he asked.
“Because we have no beach chairs, no swimsuits, no towels”, I said, stating the obvious.

“Care to have an adventure today?", I said, then stood up and offered me his hand.

I ordered some food to go. And asked Daya if she had a picnic basket and a throw I could purchase. Daya came back with a picnic basket and a red and white checkered throw. Inside the basket is a bottle of sweet red wine, two plex glasses, sandwiched, and desserts. I asked her how much all of it was. She said no charge.

I glanced at Lance and he said nothing, he just struggled. Before we left, I put two hundred Euros in the tip jar. Lance grabbed my hand. The walk to the beach was not far. It took us about ten minutes. The beach looks like something out of a travel magazine. The sand is white, the water is blue, and the smell of salt is in the air. Lance took the basket to set up the throw. I looked around and realized there were a lot of people not wearing clothes.

“Lance, what kind of beach is this?”, I asked.
“What do you mean, what kind of beach is this?”, he asked, fixing the throw.
“Lance, we are the only ones wearing clothes”, I said.

Lance stopped and looked around. He seems just as shocked as I am. But then he looked at me with a smirk and a light in his eyes. Just looking at him I can tell what he is thinking.

“Well, when in Rome”, he said with a shrug and started taking off his clothes.
“Lance, I am sure nudity is not strictly enforced”, I said, looking at him.
“If it makes you comfortable, I will not take off my underwear”, he said.
“Deal”, I said.
“So, what about you?”, he asked.
“I am going to keep my dress on”, I said.
“So, you are one of those women”, Lance said, shaking his head.
“One of what women?”, I asked.
“You know those women who come to the beach and do not get in the water”, he said, rolling his eyes.
“No, it is just that I have no swim suit. And besides, who is going to watch our stuff”, I said.
“I must say, Karma, I am disappointed. I did not peg you as a shy person", I said faking disappointment.
“Shy no. Careful yes”, I said, rolling my eyes.
“Well, the water looks nice and cool. I am going to see you later”, he said, then dipped off to the sea.

I watched as Lance walked into the ocean in nothing but his boxers. I am glad he did not take off his boxers. Whoever said men of European descent have small dicks is a fucking liar. Lance is well-endowed and I would hate to stare at my boss's dick.

The sun is making me hot as hell. It feels like it is shining only on me. My dress is not a heavy one but I am starting to sweat. It's him that has me hot and bothered.