Why?”
“She
came around the other night. I think she wanted to check out how things worked
around here.”
My
heart raced. Allison Lincoln; we’d gone to the same college and had discovered
our love of the culinary arts together. She’d been a pert, little red-head
with to-die-for green eyes and a killer body she modestly hid behind shapeless
shirts and loose fitting jeans.
Throughout
the day, I thought of her, wondering what had brought her into Sam’s… and more
importantly, when would she come back again? I’d heard she’d gone on to become
a very respected young chef who didn’t let people push her around, no matter
how big they were. She’d become a tough cookie.
“ Filet
mignon , medium rare,” Kelly, the waitress, called out as she set the order
on the counter.
“You
got that, Vinny?” I said.
“Got
it.”
I
busied myself plating two orders of creamy seafood pasta, and when Vinny
finished grilling the steak, I plated it as well. “ Filet mignon ,” I
called out as I set the plate out for the waitress to take.
The
dinner rush was hectic and exhausting, but I loved the challenge and the
adrenaline rush that accompanied it. Just as I was setting out three more dishes,
Kelly came in.
“A
diner wants to meet you, Bobby. You got time?”
“Sure,”
I said, wiping my hands on my apron. “Send them in.”
I
put away the bottles of herbs I’d just used and looked up at the sound of
footsteps. My heart stopped, and my cock stiffened. “Allison,” I said. I
didn’t expect her to have that kind of effect on me.
“Bobby
Cummings. So you're the one responsible for the food here.”
My
God, she looked terrific.
“Nice
to see you, too, Allison.”
“I
suspected you still worked here, but I wasn’t sure. I thought I heard
something about you being out in Paris.”
“I
came back. My mom needed a hand.”
“Isn’t
that sweet?”
There
was something cool and aloof in her manner. This obviously wasn’t a nostalgic
visit.
“Maybe
you heard; I opened a restaurant nearby.” She flipped a lock of her red hair
back.
“No.
I hadn’t heard about that. Congratulations. Opening a restaurant is a big
deal. So what brings you to Sam’s?”
She
shrugged. “Checking out the competition. I hear a lot of my potential
customers are coming here.”
“That’s
understandable. The food here is great. How’d you like your dinner?”
“It
was Average.”
“Average?”
“Yeah.
It was decent.”
“Decent?”
“Are
you a chef or a parrot?”
“I
think we’re a cut above average or decent. I mean, I’m willing to concede that
we’re not the top of the tops… not yet, but we’re far from average.”
“Come
on, Bobby. Admit it. Sam’s might have a quaint little atmosphere, and you
have a faithful clientele, but the food is subpar.”
I
jumped back. “Subpar. Now I know you're just trying to play with my head.”
“I’m
being dead serious.”
“Well,
then maybe you should go out there and ask my patrons why they’re dining here
and not at your place. You said it yourself… your potential customers are
flocking to Sam’s. It’s not just for my baby blues, you know.”
She
smiled for the first time, the same smile I remembered from College; shy, yet
assertive, and oh, so sexy.
Yeah,
she’d definitely grown up since I’d last seen her. Gone were the baggy clothes
and plain ponytail. Wearing a pair of hip hugging, pale grey slacks and a
white button down shirt that was open just enough at the neckline to allow a
tantalizing glimpse of her white bra, she’d become a sexy, take charge woman.
“They’re
not flocking here,” she corrected. “They’re probably just used to coming here
and don’t have the guts to try something new.”
“Fess
up, Red. I’m doing better than you expected and you can’t admit defeat.” I
closed in on her and backed her to the wall. “You never could stand to
“She
came around the other night. I think she wanted to check out how things worked
around here.”
My
heart raced. Allison Lincoln; we’d gone to the same college and had discovered
our love of the culinary arts together. She’d been a pert, little red-head
with to-die-for green eyes and a killer body she modestly hid behind shapeless
shirts and loose fitting jeans.
Throughout
the day, I thought of her, wondering what had brought her into Sam’s… and more
importantly, when would she come back again? I’d heard she’d gone on to become
a very respected young chef who didn’t let people push her around, no matter
how big they were. She’d become a tough cookie.
“ Filet
mignon , medium rare,” Kelly, the waitress, called out as she set the order
on the counter.
“You
got that, Vinny?” I said.
“Got
it.”
I
busied myself plating two orders of creamy seafood pasta, and when Vinny
finished grilling the steak, I plated it as well. “ Filet mignon ,” I
called out as I set the plate out for the waitress to take.
The
dinner rush was hectic and exhausting, but I loved the challenge and the
adrenaline rush that accompanied it. Just as I was setting out three more dishes,
Kelly came in.
“A
diner wants to meet you, Bobby. You got time?”
“Sure,”
I said, wiping my hands on my apron. “Send them in.”
I
put away the bottles of herbs I’d just used and looked up at the sound of
footsteps. My heart stopped, and my cock stiffened. “Allison,” I said. I
didn’t expect her to have that kind of effect on me.
“Bobby
Cummings. So you're the one responsible for the food here.”
My
God, she looked terrific.
“Nice
to see you, too, Allison.”
“I
suspected you still worked here, but I wasn’t sure. I thought I heard
something about you being out in Paris.”
“I
came back. My mom needed a hand.”
“Isn’t
that sweet?”
There
was something cool and aloof in her manner. This obviously wasn’t a nostalgic
visit.
“Maybe
you heard; I opened a restaurant nearby.” She flipped a lock of her red hair
back.
“No.
I hadn’t heard about that. Congratulations. Opening a restaurant is a big
deal. So what brings you to Sam’s?”
She
shrugged. “Checking out the competition. I hear a lot of my potential
customers are coming here.”
“That’s
understandable. The food here is great. How’d you like your dinner?”
“It
was Average.”
“Average?”
“Yeah.
It was decent.”
“Decent?”
“Are
you a chef or a parrot?”
“I
think we’re a cut above average or decent. I mean, I’m willing to concede that
we’re not the top of the tops… not yet, but we’re far from average.”
“Come
on, Bobby. Admit it. Sam’s might have a quaint little atmosphere, and you
have a faithful clientele, but the food is subpar.”
I
jumped back. “Subpar. Now I know you're just trying to play with my head.”
“I’m
being dead serious.”
“Well,
then maybe you should go out there and ask my patrons why they’re dining here
and not at your place. You said it yourself… your potential customers are
flocking to Sam’s. It’s not just for my baby blues, you know.”
She
smiled for the first time, the same smile I remembered from College; shy, yet
assertive, and oh, so sexy.
Yeah,
she’d definitely grown up since I’d last seen her. Gone were the baggy clothes
and plain ponytail. Wearing a pair of hip hugging, pale grey slacks and a
white button down shirt that was open just enough at the neckline to allow a
tantalizing glimpse of her white bra, she’d become a sexy, take charge woman.
“They’re
not flocking here,” she corrected. “They’re probably just used to coming here
and don’t have the guts to try something new.”
“Fess
up, Red. I’m doing better than you expected and you can’t admit defeat.” I
closed in on her and backed her to the wall. “You never could stand to
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