My Most Precious One
My Most Precious One
2013 by A. Christina Orfanoudakis
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The following story contains mature themes, strong language and sexual situation. It is intended for a mature audience.
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“I’d like to have the steak and eggs.” His rough voice in the morning only added to the sheer gorgeousness of his tall and muscular body. His expensive suit matched his equally expensive car, an Aston Martin Vanquish.
“How would you like your eggs?” I asked, trying to act as though I wasn’t incredibly attracted to him, which I failed miserably. My voice cracked and he smiled as he sipped his coffee holding his newspaper.
“Surprise me.” He turned his head as he gracefully put down his coffee cup.
“And your steak?” He picked up his newspaper and began looking over the articles. “Medium” he breathed. I nodded, smiled and walked away trying not to swoon over his well chiseled face.
“Oh My God Lexi!” cried Roxi “He’s so fucken hot. I’m so wet it’s impossible not to slide through this restaurant.” She grabbed my arm shaking it about. I started to laugh as I punched in his order through the computer.
Roxi was, for me, one of the best to work with alongside my BFF Kaci. All the girls here were great. Roxi towered over me with her long blond hair and overly exuberant personality, which made me feel like I could be more myself when I was around her. We were the only Greeks who worked here so our bond was that much stronger.
I watched as she was gawking at him. I followed her line of vision and was almost blinded. The bright white table cloth only highlighted his light grey crisp suit, with his white shirt and black tie. He reached for his coffee again and put down his newspaper and gazed out through the large bay windows, that over looked the port of the city.
“Oh my god!” She yelled again, “That watch! I think it’s a Breitling!”
I nodded, knowing full well what kind of watch that was. “It is. I’ve seen him wear a few different kinds of over the top uber expensive watches. He tries matching them with his suits.” I answered, not wanting to sound like I was taken in by him, which I was.
She raised her eyebrows and grinned. “You know, he’s loaded.”
“Shut up! You’re married to a freaken underwear model!” I hissed back. “You don’t have the right to look at him.”
When I first met Roxi I seriously thought she was married to Khal Drogo from Game of Thrones. To say she was obsessed would have been an understatement. She had no pictures of her husband, but what she did have was two photocopied photos of Drogo. One was from the front, a perfect profile of his dark lined eyes and blue markings and the other was of his very naked butt.
“You don’t have the right to look, Peter is gorgeous enough.”
She squinted her eyes at me. “Yeah, well, whatever!”
Since the beginning of last month he would come in every morning to the bistro for breakfast. It’s not unusual for us to have rich business men and their guests come here and have breakfast. It’s Old Montréal, the heart of downtown where all the rich and famous live. Various buildings both 1940’s art deco and older stone ones from a long forgotten era, come together to line the streets. Old cobble stone roads help to keep the rich history alive. While horse drawn buggies take tourists around to show them the three hundred year of history
hat still flourishes here.
I love living here. Walking around the downtown core and Old Montréal was divine, no matter what the season. With each season, the city brought about a new feeling, that was distinctly different and very Montréal. With the changing of the leaves in fall, to the very cold and long snowy winters, to the bright and warm springs, right down to the hot and humid summers. Montréal is a place all its own, filled with various cultures that are alive and energetic. The life of this city is vibrant and cool. Both young and old, enjoy the live entertainment on the streets, while painters and photographers try selling their art
My beeper went off, telling me my order was ready. I walked over to the food pass and saw Gavin. “Hey there little lady!”
Gavin winked at me and I laughed. I loved his Scottish accent. He and I would spend hours talking about comic con and comic books. He was only a few years older and had a family of his own. I had worked in another restaurant with him, so he was able to put in a good word for me here.
“Hey there little man!” I took the plate and started to walk to the table.
“Is he here?” asked Kaci. She was unlike any other person I had ever met. She was the only one who got my wicked humor and laughed at the same things I did.
“Yeah I got his order right here, plus his food!” I stuck out my tongue.
“Damn he’s hot!” She murmured. That was the understatement of the year.
I walked over making sure I put an extra sway in my hips. Why not? I knew a guy like him would never go for someone like me, but a girl could always dream. Right? Look, I know I’m not ugly but I’m not drop dead heroine material either, you know the type
Tall, leggy and well endowed, the type where a man would lose all his senses for. I was loud, crude and at times outspoken. No man wanted someone like me who posed such a challenge. Not to mention I was short and well, let’s face it, if it wasn’t for Victoria’s Secret I wouldn’t have much to for breasts. Don’t get me wrong, I wish I was, I mean I really wish I was, but who would want a pierced tattooed twenty six year old?
Granted my piercings that showed were just enough to make me feel wild, but not too overboard. The tattoos I had were hidden, for my eyes only and no one else’s. My parents didn’t approve but rarely said anything since I left home and paved my own way in life. I loved my parents, I loved them a lot, but working for our family’s restaurant chain only proved disastrous since I hardly got paid. It was all under the guise of
‘we’re family and if you need anything we’ll pay for it.’
I rebelled enough that my father started to pay me a salary, but it still felt wrong taking their money. So I stepped out into the world on my own. Desperate to prove to myself that I could do it.
I stood beside him holding the plate. I cleared my throat to gain his attention. He was engrossed in the business section of the Wall Street Journal. He looked up and the sun began to peer through the clouds and he suddenly radiated in front of me. Seriously? I let out a breath. I know I was gawking at him. How could I not? He was simply model perfect, like he had come out of some advertisement for GQ. He smiled at me, which made his intense blue eyes pop, when I realized I was still holding his plate in my hand. “Your food” I stammered.
He moved aside and I gently placed it onto the table.
“Would you like anything else?” I asked, trying hard not to look like I lost my senses.
“Some more coffee please.” He said quietly. I nodded, not making another sound. I quickly turned and walked back losing my extra sway. God, I’m such a loser.
“Ah, would you like anything else?” Kaci made a mocking face, laughing at me with Roxi.
“Shut up!” I hissed, as I pick up the coffee kettle and headed back. I poured his coffee without trying to disturb him. When I saw he was looking at an ad for the new art exhibit that had just come into the city.
“Salvador Dali is amazing. I saw his paintings when I was in Paris last year at the Musee d’Orsay.” I said without thinking. He kept his eyes on the paper.
“Really? So you’ve been to Paris have you?” He turned his head and peered at me with his fierce blue eyes. Somehow his question seemed loaded.
“Ah yes…” Stupid Lexi, I mentally yelled at myself for making the mistake and talking. “I try to travel somewhere every year.” Why am I explaining this to him? He kept staring at me, his face was perfection itself.
His dark brown hair was brushed and slightly gelled back, but still looked a little messy. I wanted nothing else but to dive my fingers into his hair. He sported a perfect goatee that was trimmed on the sides but full around his mouth. Oh that mouth, it was so lush. The bottom lip was full while his top lip was thinner with two wonderful little peaks. God, I would love to have a taste. I was losing myself in his gaze like he was pulling me in, telling, no willing me to stay, before I could say anything my beeper went off, waking me up from my very erotic day dream.
“Enjoy your meal” I mustered up.
“What the hell was that?” cried Roxi “I had to call you back with the beeper!”
My face was flush and red from the being caught by his look. “Holy shit.” I murmured giggling to myself. I could still feel my heart racing.
Kaci looked at me laughing. “You looked like you wanted to eat him alive!” I put the kettle down.
“I seriously need to have sex. It’s starting to really make me have very naughty dreams about my fave Mr. Suit” I winked.
“Just watch porn and think of him, you’ll be good.” Roxi offered as she laughed.
“Been there, done that.” I added waving my hand at her. Kaci’s laugh stopped as she stood still not making a sound. I knew in my gut this was going to be bad.
“Kaci? Please tell me your joking or I swear I’m leaving right now.” She moved her head slowly from side to side.
“Um sir, can we help you? Do you need anything?” Kaci finally spoke up. I felt my face heat up. Roxi bit her lower lip trying to hold back her laughter.
“I just need some milk for my coffee.” He stood so close behind me that his voice gave me shivers down my spine. How I wish he would give me more than shivers, but right now I wished the ground would swallow me whole. Kaci rushed and gave him his milk. I stood still, not looking at him. I waited until he sat himself back down again before I turned to see him.
“Doesn’t he usually take his coffee black?” Roxi asked.
“He does.” I answered.
“So why the milk?” She asked.
Behaviours of customer, especially super uber rich ones, were out of our understanding. They changed their minds so frequently that I just stopped caring. Though I did act like I cared and went through the motions for work, it paid well and I had fun with my friends, so I stayed.
I printed his bill and put it in the leather bill binder and gave it to Kaci, my go to girl, my other sister from another mother.
“You give it to him, there’s no fucken way I’m going there now!” I begged. She was still laughing at me, almost in tears.
“Why? Cause now your Suit knows you’ve got the hots for him?” She laughed. I bared my teeth at her. She then composed herself and walked over to him taking his finished plate and placing his bill onto the table.
“Collect for me!” I demanded, as I pretended I needed to go to the bathroom. She rolled her eyes.
“Fuck off!” I hissed back.
It was Roxi, who usually had the foot in the mouth disease. Once she had made fun of a guy who was drinking tea at a supper club. She went on and on until he finally told her he was a recovering alcoholic. Right now, I’m right up there with her, but mine’s more like the brain in the ass disease.
Great, now my Suit knew I watched porn in his honor. I looked at myself in the mirror in the bathroom and took a deep breath. It’s not like it was the first time I embarrassed myself and it most definitely will not be the last. I said to myself trying to down play it.
I reapplied my clear Mac lip gloss and walked back out hoping he left by now, he usually does right after his meal. The sun was now brighter than before, lighting the store front with soft glowing rays that danced over the properly placed white table cloths on the tables of our little French bistro.
“Kaci?” I whispered loudly to her, she looked back.
“Did my Suit leave?” I pointed to the front of the store.
“Yeah, you can come out of hiding now?” She yelled back. I relaxed my shoulders walking by the food pass.
“Hey girl!” I heard coming from the kitchen.
“Hey Cooly.” I cried back.
That wasn’t his real name obviously it was John. I loved him, he was fun and loud, he stood there taller than me but way skinner. You wouldn’t know it, but the guy could eat you out of house and home. We called him Cooly only because his temper was just that, laid back and fun.
I leaned into the pass, my arms folded across so that I could speak to both Gavin and him asking about their families, when from the corner of my eye I saw him walking from the back of the resto. He hadn’t left. He had only gone to the restroom.
“Fuck.” I said under my breath.
God that man can walk. He walked like he was determined, dominate and unwavering. Fuck it was hot as hell. His suit was in full affect now. Clean grey lines from head to toe, his black expensive shoes shined as he walked towards my direction. In his breast pocket he had a pure white square handkerchief. As I eyed him walking my way he slowly eased his hand to his suit jacket and unbuttoned it, revealing a light grey vest. God damn, he looked good in a three piece suit. I could swear I saw him smirk. I flushed red, straightened myself up and stood tall as he walked by me. I nodded my head, an international sign of,
‘yes I’m the waitress that embarrassed herself in front of you and I’m wishing I could disappear but I can’t. Have a good day making millions’
nod. He walked right by me, not making any gesture, which was normal. Hello? I’m the waitress and he was the uber rich Suit.
I followed him from behind, not to close so that he’d notice see me, but close enough that I could smell his cologne. God, it was so addictive, I had no clue what it was, but it was exotic and manly. As he stepped out of the store I watched him from the store front. Yes I know it was stalker-like, but still. He put on his large black glasses that framed his face perfectly and walked over to his Vanquish. The car came to life with a quick purr and he was off. I watched him drive down the cobble stone road towards Montréal’s business center. I gave Kaci a look narrowing my eyes at her.
“What? I seriously thought he left!” She laughed.
I rolled my eyes at her. “Yeah, sure you did!”