PASSION AT FIRST BITE

“Well? Y’all sucked! And so does your company!!” I yelled as I was being dragged out by the security of the company I work for, worked for, past tense. You’ll relate with me when you’re a secretary to the most perverted married man on earth, I mean he is like 56 or something but because I said no to him he made my life hell in his company, by asking me to do some lame work.

It's been a few weeks since I should have left the job anyway, probably since when his wife camouflaged me and almost pulled my fucking hair off accusing me of sleeping with her old ass husband, I would have left if not for stupid HQ, who had to pin me down and make me listen to my now ex-boss trash.

I was tired of everything today and was almost dragged to tears but I did not back down. Instead, I ruined his important getaway speech and called him a “tiny limp dicked motherfucker” in public and just like that I got fired. It kinda is the best job I've gotten in a while and it's not easy to get another, but I can’t stand someone treating me like that.

I carried my box properly while I sniffed my tears back in

. “I'll get a new job, in a week or two, I'll do it”

I said to myself and walked to my old Mercedes car I got from my mom when I was 18. I got home and brought out everything that was in my office box, almost wanting to cry again when my eyes landed on the paycheck I was given. At least he was nice enough to give me an amazing amount of money to keep me quiet when I told him if he fired me, I'd go to the media and let all his dirty secrets out.

I went to my kitchen and scanned what I had left at home. Maybe I could quickly have something, a cup of noodles or fruits or my canned soups and pasta. I live alone and I can't cook.

People ask “Why are you so skinny” at least five times a day. I hate that fact, but what can a girl do? Maybe I should start taking up classes, I thought to myself. I hummed as I placed hot water on the cooker so I could pour it into the noodles when I remembered I had some $500 sitting on my couch in the living room of my small apartment.

I could use the money to eat at a restaurant for the first time in my life. I was over the moon getting dressed.

I wore a satin black dress that stayed up to my thighs with my bare back showing and silver lining at the lower back. I put my hair in a messy bun, put on some silver jewelry and slip on my silver heels to sandwich the dress. I did some eye makeup and got ready to go. I stared at myself in the mirror looking like all the pretty things except being skinny.

I decided not to drive to the “Burno restaurant” because it's the most expensive here in Carli, and my car would not fit the scenery of that place. The reason why I chose the restaurant was,I heard they cook your meal right before you, while you watch and take note of things if there is anything you like or not. To me personally, the place sounds like heaven.

I tapped into some Uber and got there in 20 minutes, the bouncers asked for my ID and I was confused, it's not some club, it's just a restaurant, I thought to myself while I showed it to him. The owners must be cocky as fuck.

I entered the restaurant and it was cold. They have some good Air conditioning here, oh maybe because you wouldn't feel an ounce of heat while they cook before you, that explains why it's expensive. The place was big and there was some outdoor dining. I could see various couples and various men in expensive suits that could get me a better Mercedes. I walked up to an empty seat and before I could seat down a waiter walked up to me with her brows raised like she was questioning me, I looked up and down at her and her waiting dress looked like an 18+ Rated uniform used in a hentai

“Excuse ma’am, how may I help you?” She asked with a professional smile plastered on her face.

“Uhm I’m here to eat?” I dragged out unsure of why my answer sounded more like a question

“Do you have a reservation?” She pointed again.

“ uhm no, I.. I didn’t, I forgot?I was so excited to eat,that I forgot I was supposed to have a reservation before I came here” I rambled, feeling sweaty, was I supposed to be nervous?. I wasn’t sure I haven’t done this before.

“I’m sorry but, you need to—“ she was cut off midway of throwing me out of the restaurant when her waiter call came in, she tapped it twice and listened for a second and ended with a “yes sir”.

“You can have your seat over there and two cooks will be with you in a minute with the menu” she says with a smile again.

“Just like that?” I questioned her before she could walk out on me and she just nodded once.

Damn she’s good at her job, I thought to myself. I was too, I was too good.

I sat and smiled at myself while I took in the view once again. Two buff, handsome young men came in with a kitty apron from nowhere and I almost choked on my saliva. If this place wasn’t a restaurant I’d have said they had other missions in this freaking place. Everyone looks like a sex worker!

They said hi to me but kept their face plain, maybe they’ve been instructed not to smile, unlike the other workers.

They placed their menu in front of me and I glanced up at them not understanding what was on it.

“Excuse me, do you think I could get an English menu?” I said as slowly as I could not want the people beside me to hear . One of them smirked and looked at the other.

“It’s in English ma’am” one eventually answered . I swallowed and pointed to the cheapest one on the menu, which I think has potatoes.

Before I could know what was happening, they cooked and served me, Right in front of me, and I watched them do it.

They left me alone to eat after a while and I stared at the hot meal in front of me. I was afraid. To eat. Even though it was made in front of me. I swallowed again and took my spoon and placed it in the potato soup, I blow on it once, twice, then eventually put it in my mouth. I moaned so loudly when I felt the meal hit my taste buds, god it was so delicious. The best thing I’ve ever tasted. I’ve eaten half of my meal moaning as I take each spoon, when I decided to look around if on one heard me .

I ripped my head around when my eyes landed on another dark Hazel eyes and hard sharp jaw which belonged to the most handsome man I’ve ever laid my eyes on, staring at me intensely like I were a meal myself when he realized I was staring back at him he tilted his head to the side and smirked. I could swear my breath stopped in my throat and my body shook to my core. I brought my leg on top of the other to tighten my kitty together to avoid dripping when I’m not supposed to.

I found his eyes dropped to my thighs which prompted me to look at my own thighs and found out my ass cheeks were out because my dress was too damn short and I was not supposed to sit like that.

Embarrassment washed over me like the cold water of the ocean. I looked back up and found his eyes were already on me.

I turned away from him and focused on my precious meal. I ate it to my fill and stood up, choosing not to look back at where that “delicious sex god” was sitting. I walked to the bar stand which was in the outer part of the restaurant and ordered my self a red martini.

I took 3 shots at once and almost lost my balance when I felt strong hands slip around my waist like it was supposed to be there.

“Enjoy your meal, Darling?” I heard him say with a dead, gruff voice that could keep one on its toes.