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To See You

|||| Naomi Monroe ||||

I make my seventh outfit change of the day, now wearing ripped jeans with a ruched rusted orange top. Looking at myself in the mirror, I wonder if Mr. Laurent even got a good look at me the other day. What if I show up and he realizes he made a mistake or something? Like maybe he has some idealized version of me in his head that doesn’t actually look like me? Or what if he only somehow saw me from certain angles and didn’t actually notice my exact size?

Ugh! I hate this... It’s not that I think I’m ugly, but I am fat, and in this society, the two are practically synonymous. Meanwhile, Mr. Laurent is an attractive older man who’s not only rich, but also a very generous philanthropist. What the hell would he want with me?

And why the hell did Gianni decide after she got off work at 5:00 this morning that she would hop on a last minute flight to go work in Miami the rest of the weekend? Normally, I would love the spontaneity, but right now? I’m feeling abandoned. I woke up to a text from her with her flight details and a box of condoms sitting on the counter. What happened to ‘it’s just brunch’ like she said last night?

I’m starting to think I should’ve just called this off. I pulled out my phone numerous times between last night and this morning considering canceling, but my curiosity — and maybe the slightest bit of hope — kept stopping me from going through with it. Either way, Mr. Laurent should jump to the chase at brunch and then I’ll find out exactly why he seems to keep wanting to spend time with me.


|||| Sebastien Laurent ||||

The Bistro was booked nearly two months out for Saturdays and I practically had to buy a stake in the restaurant in order to get this reservation. It is rather crowded in here, but I got us a decently-placed table where we shouldn’t be too overwhelmed by the other guests.

An almost involuntary smile pulls at my lips when I see Naomi walk through the door of the restaurant. I never understood the appeal of ripped jeans until right now when I can see the skin of her luscious thighs peeking through them and I’m already forced to practice the self-control of keeping my eyes on her face, which shouldn’t be too difficult considering how inviting it is.

When she finally reaches the table, I stand up to greet her with a... handshake, ignoring my desire to feel her lips against mine again and reminding myself that I need to apologize for catching her off guard the other night.

“Thank you for agreeing to join me, Ms. Monroe.” After shaking her hand, I reach for her chair to pull it out for her and she stops me with a skeptical glare.

“I’ve got it, Mr. Laurent,” she says as she sits.

“Please, call me Sebastien,” I respond, returning to my seat.

“Right... So, may I ask why you’ve invited me here?”

I’m taken aback by her question as if it isn’t obvious why I’ve invited her, but I decide to begin with my apology. “Well, I wanted to apologize for the other night.” I give her a warm smile in hopes of disarming her because she seems on the defense right now for whatever reason. “I’m sorry if I made you uncomfortable, it was an impulsive move, though, that’s no excuse for not asking you first...”

She gives me a strange look as if I’m speaking to her in a foreign language. “Oh okay, I guess... I mean, I did kiss you back, so I guess I should apologi—”

“No need,” I cut her off. “You didn’t make me uncomfortable in the slightest and I enjoyed it, Ms. Monroe.”

The confusion hasn’t left her face even with my response and I don’t know what more I can do to make it clear as day to this woman that I am interested in her without dragging her out of this restaurant to my hotel and eating her for brunch... Which I am not opposed to doing.

“Also,” I continue. “I did find our conversations the other night to be captivating and I wanted to ask you out on a date.”

Naomi blinks several times and furrows her brows as she leans into the table. “A date?” she asks with almost a whisper.

I lean into the table in turn, our faces mere inches apart with a smirk on my face. “Yes, Ms. Monroe. A date. Did I have to spell it out with the flowers that I sent you?”

With our faces so close together, I notice that Naomi might have slightly less self-control than I do, because her gaze drifts down to my lips while I’ve managed to keep my eyes on hers.

I waste no time in licking my lips as she looks at them and Naomi takes a sharp breath before her eyes immediately dart back up to mine. We hold each other’s gaze and just as my eyes begin to drift down, we’re interrupted by our waitress.

“Hello and welcome to The Bistro,” chimes the perky brunette with a beaming smile directed at me. Naomi pulls back and sits up straight in her seat and I’m slightly irked because it felt like we were about to have a moment. “Can I get you started with anything to drink? I can also take your orders if you’re ready.”

The waitress’ question is directed only at me as if Naomi isn’t even here. When I look at Naomi, she seems unfazed by the woman’s behavior and simply looks down at the menu.

“Ms. Monroe?” I call to her and she lifts her head. “What would you like?”

“Um...” Naomi keeps her eyes on the menu without looking up. “I’ll have a water with lemon and the chicken and waffles.”

“Okay, I’ll get that right up for you...” the waitress returns her attention to me and she bites her thin bottom lip as she meets my eyes. “And for you, sir?”

“Yes, I’ll have the shrimp and grits with a sweet tea.”

“I’ll be right back with your drinks and the meal shouldn’t be too far behind,” she says with a wink as she takes my menu.

“So, where were we?” I ask Naomi as I turn my attention back to her.

“I was asking you why you invited me here.”

“And I answered, remember? I’ve asked you here on a date, Ms. Monroe.”

She chuckles as if I’ve just told a joke. “No, seriously, Mr. Laurent... Why did you want me to come here?”

“On. A. Date,” I reply. “Why else would I send you a bouquet of flowers with a note asking you to join me at a place you said was your favorite for brunch?”

She leans back into the table. “Are you looking for like... a sugar baby or some bootycall?” she asks quietly.

I burst out laughing until I calm again when I realize her face hasn’t changed and this is a serious question. “No, Ms. Monroe... You’re an attractive and interesting woman and I wanted to spend time with you.” I also lean into the table once more toward her. “And with the way you kissed me back the other night and the fact you actually showed up today, I’d say you’re interested in me too.”

Naomi blinks several times and clears her throat before averting her gaze. “Okay...” She leans back in her seat. “So, you’re staying in Atlanta for the whole week?”

“Yes, I am. It’s a beautiful city and I’m very much interested in the startup scene here.”

“I see... And Nicolas is going to show you around? Introduce you to the main players here?”

“Actually, I was hoping that you could do that, Ms. Monroe. If you have the time.”

A full smile comes to her face as she shakes her head and I feel my heart flutter. “Chill out, Mr. Lau— Sebastien. If this is a date as you call it, we’re not even sure if you’d want to see me after this...”

I’m more worried about the idea of her not wanting to see me. “Oh, I highly doubt that, Ms. Monroe.”

“Please, call me Naomi.”


It didn’t take long for our drinks and then our food to arrive at our table and we carry on in what feels like endless conversation that flows just as naturally as it did the other night. We find ourselves laughing at each other’s jokes and sharing our food.

I could watch this woman smile and listen to her talk all day. Managing to get more out of her than I did the other night, I learn that in addition to coding for fun, Naomi also likes to draw or paint landscapes. It was a hobby she said she only recently took up as a way to calm her mind — it’s not surprising to learn that the woman struggles with stress considering how on edge she seemed when she arrived at the restaurant today and before the start of our interview the other day.

“So, you’re a movie buff, huh?” Naomi eyes me from across the table, clearly in a much calmer state than she was an hour ago. “That didn’t come up at all in my research. Nicolas didn’t say anything either.”

“That’s because it’s a secret,” I wink. “Sometimes, it’s nice to have a hobby without people asking about it all the time.”

“So then why tell me?” she asks with a raised brow.

“Ah, so you’re saying you would be around enough to ask me about it all the time?”

Naomi giggles at my response and shakes her head. “Touché... Very corny, but you got me. So, what would you say are your top five—”

We’re interrupted once again when our rather persistent waitress comes to our table. Periodically, she’s interrupted over the course of our meal as if this place isn’t incredibly busy and she couldn’t be tending to her other tables. And again, as she’s been doing all day, she puts her attention solely on me.

“Are you okay? Is there anything else I can get you?” She twirls her hair around her finger while her entire body faces me as she bites her lip and bats her eyes. “... Anything at all?”

“No, we’re fine.” My brows furrow at the continued overtones of her behavior and I peek over to Naomi who doesn’t seem surprised or offended by the waitress’ obvious flirting. In fact, she’s leaned back in her seat and playing with the leftover ice in her drink as if she’s surrendered or something.

It’s not until the waitress puts her hand on my shoulder that I realize she’d been lingering all this time. “It’s so nice of you to bring your assistant out for brunch,” she comments. “She must be doing a great job!”

“Actually...” My eyes go from her hand to her face and I don’t bother to hide my agitation as I peel her grip from my shoulder. “The lovely woman sitting across from me is my date. You can bring us the bill now,” I say before waving her off and turning my attention back to Naomi who has a look of disbelief in her eyes.

“She was flirting with you...”

“That she was. And it was rude and unwelcome...” I reach out to take Naomi’s hand. “There is only one woman I would like to flirt with me and she doesn’t seem to be doing much of it, despite my best efforts.” I bring her knuckles to my lips and her eyes get even wider, but I take notice that she doesn’t pull her hand away, even after I kiss it and continue to hold it.

|||| Naomi Monroe ||||

Maybe I will be Sebastien’s bootycall.

This man is charming as all hell and our conversation through the entire meal flowed just as well as it did the other night. Even now, he’s holding my hand and looks pretty damn giddy about it to the point that I’m now wearing an uncontrollable smile with his contagious energy.

The waitress who’s been flirting with him the entire time we’ve been here comes with our bill and Sebastien refuses to allow me to contribute a dime. After he pays and we get outside, I look at my phone for the first time since the start of brunch and realize it’s past 5:00PM — I didn’t even notice we were there that long and I’m surprised such a busy spot allowed us to stay.

“May I take you home, Naomi?” he asks and I look up at him with a raised brow.

And there it is... Should I do it? I mean, I am deeply attracted to this man and I can only imagine how skilled someone his age might be. Then again, if I’m just a bootycall and he spent God knows how much on brunch, he’d probably expect me to do all the wo—

“Naomi,” Sebastien calls, breaking me out of my thoughts. “I’m simply asking to escort you home because I’m enjoying our time together — nothing else. Just continued conversation.”


“You’re not too great at hiding what you’re thinking from your face,” he teases.

That only seems to happen around you.

“Whatever,” I chuckle. “I guess you can escort me back... but no funny business,” I warn. “We’ll need to get an Uber or Lyft.”

“No promises,” he’s winks as he pulls out his phone to get ride.


|||| Sebastien Laurent ||||

“Thank you for today,” Naomi says, looking up at me with her big brown eyes. We’ve arrived to the lobby of her building and this where our date will come to an end. I still have a number of meetings I’ve pushed back and I’m sure Naomi has other things to do with her time.

“Thank you for your time,” I reply before I notice her gaze drift down to my lips and she licks her own. I place my hand on her face and feel its warmness to my touch. “May I kiss you?”

Naomi’s face slightly jerks in my hand as she jumps with surprise at my question. Her eyes dart around the lobby where there are handful of people and her face falls. “Maybe another t—”

She’s cut off when I pull her with me into one of the elevators. I select a random floor so it closes before I hit the emergency stop and it’s just the two us alone.

Pure bewilderment in her eyes, her mouth is wide open. “What are you—?”

“You wanted privacy, right?” I interrupt. “That’s why you hesitated and looked around the lobby?”

“Y-yes,” she admits, surprisingly easily.

I take her face in my hand and lift her head so she’s looking up at me, meeting my eyes. “May I kiss you, Naomi?” I ask again.

As soon as she nods, my lips are against hers and it feels even better than the first time.

I use my other hand to cup the back of her neck while I still hold her face as I deepen the kiss to slip my tongue in, now exploring her mouth. My breathing grows heavy and it feels like I’m trying to inhale this woman as our lips move hungrily. Before I even realize it, I practically have her pinned to the wall with our bodies against each other and my hands begin to wander over her enticing curves.

When I feel my body start to react to the pleasure that comes from kissing this woman, I reluctantly pull myself away, not wanting her think I’m only trying take her as a ‘bootycall’ as she described.

Naomi’s eyes flutter open when I break the kiss and I notice confusion with a tinge of embarrassment in her face.

“Oh, I’m so—”

“I hope you’re not about to apologize,” I interrupt and readjust my pants in an attempt to hide the reaction she has caused me. “I only stopped to avoid this getting... out of hand.” Just as I reach for the emergency button to release the elevator, she stops me, grabbing my arm.

“Let me just...” she reaches for my face. “There’s some gloss...”

Once again, before I realize it, I have her pinned to the wall, but this time, my lips are traveling along her neck and the small whimpers she releases only cause my pants to become further strained. I drag my tongue up to her ear, savoring her taste and whisper to her, “Naomi... I am doing everything in my power right now not to drag you to your apartment and bury my face between your thighs.”

“Oh...” she gasps and it’s not lost on me that she squeezes her legs together.

And with that, I release the emergency button and press the key for the lobby because if I take her to her floor, my self-control will go completely out the window.

We say our farewells and I leave her building with my hands in my pockets, trying to make the erection she’s left me with less obvious.

Naomi Monroe. I sigh as I think about her and await the ride back to my hotel.

I’m nearly 40-years-old and I’ve had plenty of time in my life to play games and meet other women. I know my likes and dislikes and I know that I want her. It’s clear she’s attracted to me as well, but it is a question of whether she wants me too.


A/N: I did not expect this chapter to and up so long... I hope this wasn’t too boring! Thanks for reading and for your patience!

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