Captain James Seafood Palace Novels & Stories

James walked over and dropped a chaste kiss on my cheek in greeting before taking his seat. The menu was primarily seafood, and also extensive; the prices not listed. That was how you knew you were somewhere fancy, when they played hide and seek with the prices. I settled on a wood grilled salmon with clam chowder, avoiding the side salad entirely. Cade had me on iron pills due to him nibbling on me once a week, I didn’t see the point in adding lettuce to it. Plus I simply was not a salad girl. Cade spoke business with his parents, thankfully saving me from having to be too active in the conversation; but I listened and learned all about what he was doing. Of course I already knew most of it

For the first time, he didn’t seem like the untouchable captain everyone feared. I don’t know what made me walk over. “You okay?” I asked quietly. He lifted his head slowly. Those icy blue eyes met mine, and for a second he looked surprised I was still there. I shifted on my feet. “Earlier… when that guy got hurt. You got to him really fast. Thanks for helping him. Most captains would’ve waited for the coach.” Cole stared at me for a long moment, like my words didn’t make sense to him. “You noticed that?”

He ordered a bottle of red without asking me then leaned back studying my face. "Evan. Good to see you relaxing for once. Captain life treating you well?" I forced a nod and picked up the menu even though my stomach was already in knots. "Busy season. You know how it is." The waiter poured the wine. Christian raised his glass. "To the Blades. And to keeping things steady." We clinked. The wine tasted expensive and bitter. I set it down fast. "What is this about Christian? You do not usually take players out for steak unless something is up."

Soon enough, the waitress stroded off to them, the menu arranged in between her arms. "Hello, I am Harper and welcome to imperial restaurant, what can I get you? please take a look at the menu and tell me what you think," The waitress flashed a smile at them and handed the menu to them. Imperial restaurant was quite famous for their sea food, it was the best delicacy in ever, the best restaurants in the world, it was partially owned by Emma Roberts. Priya gazed at the menu studying the dishes and then smiled to the waitress. "Get the galaxy chicken for me." She looked proud as she talked. Then she pointed to some other things.

she replied, trusting him to make the best choice, as he always did. The seafood restaurant they chose was renowned for its serene ambiance and delicious cuisine. A soft glow from overhead lanterns cast a golden hue across the intimate dining area, and the gentle clinking of cutlery merged with the subdued hum of conversation. James and Aria sat at a secluded corner table, an oasis of privacy amidst the bustling restaurant.

I ate it just to spite him. We were sitting on a bench, me trying not to shiver, him scrolling through comments on the post like it was the morning paper. “‘They look so happy’,” he read aloud, smirking. “‘Captain finally bagged a baddie.’ ‘He’s way out of her eague.’ That one actually was not my favorite. I rolled my eyes. “You’re enjoying this too much.” “It’s kinda fun.” He bumps my shoulder. “Admit it. You’re having fun too.”

"Nonetheless, I'm overjoyed you accepted the invitation." The feeling is definitely mutual, Blythe. My eyes wandered, but the smile that crept up was intended for the striking conductor continuing our small talk. "Pleasures all mine." When asked in advance about where I’d like to have dinner, I told Blythe I loved seafood or a good sirloin. Regarding nourishment from the sea, I particularly enjoyed calamari and smoked salmon fillets on occasion. She took care of the rest, and to my amazement scored us seats at The Rib Eye Palace—a high-end buffet just North of Naples with several fine dining options to satisfy my surf n turf cravings.

He muttered, his voice laced with anger. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Marley adjusted the dress she wore before walking into the restaurant. “Neils.” A voice rang out and she smiled before walking up to a table. “Captain.” She smiled up into a pair of dark eyes belonging to a well-structured face. Captain smiled down at Marley, oblivious to the gawks of the women seated in the restaurant. He was an epitome of masculinity and beauty, his height a replica of a giant, his body well-toned in the suit he wore.

STACY. A man in a crisp white and navy blue uniform approaches us, bowing respectfully. "Alpha Barron, ma’am," he says warmly. "Welcome aboard your yacht. I’m Captain Jeff Green, and I’ll be your captain for this cruise. Please allow me to escort you onboard." Jason extends his hand, a confident smile lighting up his face. Without hesitation, I place my hand in his, letting him guide me up the gangway. My heels click against the polished wooden planks.