and come home to never work again, right?
So why would a couple nights with Alexander Porter be any different.
Plus… Amanda had her own intentions in mind…
“There’s your steak back,” Emilio said sliding the plate to Amanda. “With lines.”
“Thanks Emilio,” Amanda said.
“Now shake your sweet ass out of my kitchen.”
Amanda took it in stride and walked the steak back to the table. The man seated at the table wore a suit but looked nothing like Alexander Porter. He was fat, balding, and had terrible wrinkles everywhere on his face. He was probably in his forties but looked sixty.
“There you go,” Amanda said, “the chef took good care of it for you.”
“Thank you, love,” the man said.
He smiled and winked.
Amanda waited until she walked away to scoff.
Just because someone had money and wore a suit didn’t mean shit to Amanda anymore. She dared anyone to top Alexander Porter.
Just try.
Amanda had to face Barbara tonight too, early in the evening but she quickly disappeared. She always took the time to scold Amanda for her thoughtlessness and carelessness the night she bailed on the restaurant. Amanda let it roll off her shoulders because the first thing she did when she got back home was call Charlie and explain there had been an emergency and she had to leave.
After taking a drink order for a new table, Amanda walked to the bar to find Jacqui awaiting her arrival, holding a piece of paper. It was an old receipt ripped in two.
“I have a drink order for you,” Amanda said.
“Fuck the drinks, you need to hear this.”
“What’s wrong?”
“This paper has something on it you’ll enjoy.”
“Oh?”
Jacqui raised an eyebrow and then pointed. Amanda turned and saw that Jacqui was pointing at the empty table in the back corner. The table that had started it all. Alexander’s table. The table that hadn’t been filled by the right man in weeks now.
From the first night Amanda came back to work, she wished for that table to be full again. She wanted to know what it would be like. What it would feel like. She wanted to bring the fantasy to life again.
There was a small red card on the table, indicating it had been reserved.
Trying not to get her hopes up, Amanda turned back to the Jacqui, wishing she could hide her smile.
Jacqui just nodded. “He’s coming back. Tonight.”
“Business?” Amanda asked.
“I doubt it,” Jacqui said.
“Let me see.” Amanda reached for the piece of paper that had the reservation handwritten on it but Jacqui pulled away.
“I need to warn you first,” Jacqui said. “You’ll get to stare, but there’s more to it…”
“What are you saying?”
“He’s bringing a date.”
Amanda’s face flushed and her smile fell. Along with that came a momentary second where she swore her heart stopped and she felt she could collapse.
But that was life, right?
That’s how it went.
Alexander Porter promised her nothing but pleasure and to crack her shell, both of which he did very well. Amanda knew it was naïve to think that he hadn’t had other women in his limo, or plane, or cabin before. Hell, who knows how many women he had enjoyed since Amanda left.
But at the restaurant?
That would be a new low… or worse yet, a sign.
Maybe it was Alexander telling her just how things would be.
No matter what, even if Amanda had to serve the billionaire and his date, she could at least look into the eyes of the woman he was with and know that she could read her eyes… she would know all the wild things she and Alexander did.
That much at least made Amanda smile.
“How do you know it’s a date?” Amanda asked.
“I just get these feelings. Sort of seems serious too.”
“Why’s that?”
Jacqui put the paper on the bar and shoved it towards Amanda. “I think he has a girlfriend…”
Amanda looked down and gasped for air.
She read the paper and had to put her hands on the
Lena Skye
J. Hali Steele
M.A. Stacie
Velvet DeHaven
Duane Swierczynski
Sam Hayes
Amanda M. Lee
Rachel Elliot
Morticia Knight
Barbara Cameron