The Love Of Money - Episode 271
22-08-25 (10:40)
William got his own food, and we talked a little about
what he'd be doing in the States... about how he was
looking for a place of employment and already had a
few different job offers. I wasn't exactly sure who
handled a lot of my finances—something I realized
probably needed to change—but I suggested checking
with them to see if they had any openings. He sounded
like he was sought after, and it couldn't hurt to add that
kind of talent to a team working for me... especially if it
was the fiancé of one of my other employees.
The rest of the conversation went well. It turned out
that we didn't have a lot of common interests, and we
certainly didn't seem like we'd become good friends,
but he was interesting enough. We eventually wrapped
up lunch, and he excused himself, saying he needed to
finish unpacking his stuff and getting moved in.
Moments after he left, Camille came out to pick up our
dishes.
"Your fiancé seems nice," I said. "It looks like you did
well."
Camille looked after the direction William had
disappeared and then cast her gaze back at me. "Oh,
he's nice. Perhaps a little too nice, sometimes."
She gave me a small, mysterious smile that rivaled
Helen. "He may be a little too well trained."
"Well," I said, a little unsure what she meant by that,
"Better to have someone overly trained than not trained
enough. Believe me... I've experienced it when they
haven’t received enough training." My thoughts went to
Jess, back when she cheated on me, and Bobbi.
"I supposed," Camille said, looking back in the direction
her husband had left, and I could tell that something on
her face suggested all was not right with the engaged
couple. Did Erin know something about that? I'd have
to ask her.
"Thanks again for lunch," I said.
"My pleasure, monsieur," my voluptuous chef said,
giving me a beautiful smile filled with dimples and a
wink. Then she disappeared through the door into the
kitchen, leaving me wondering if Erin had possibly set
me up to catch a woman about to fall out of an
engagement.
Tuesday, 6:58 pm
I'd expected high-end, but nothing had prepared me for
this.
The Carte Blanche was a vegan restaurant that was
about as high-end as it got. It was on top of a tower
that slowly rotated around so that anyone could get a
view of the New York City skyline over a thirty-minute
period. The walls consisted of massive fish tanks that
held all sorts of aquatic life in a sort of maze that
allowed for smaller rooms that held roughly four tables
per enclosed space. It allowed for a feeling of intimacy
while being surrounded by exotic wildlife.
Having never been to a vegan restaurant, my first
impression was that they had to wow me with the
ambiance because I was about to be underwhelmed by
the food. I'd had some decent vegan meals, but for me,
nothing quite compared to a nice juicy steak dripping
with juices.
After a few minutes of being led through the series of
rooms and halls lined with a beautiful tapestry of fish,
the hostess brought me to a table where' Carla Tanaka
sat alone. I stopped dead in my tracks.
Carla had pulled all the stops out tonight. I already
considered her gorgeous, with her bottle blonde hair
falling to the top of her big beautiful eyes. Her heart
shaped face and high cheekbones. Her perfect lips that
were just the right level of plumpness without them
dominating her face and detracting from the rest of her
lovely features. Like I said, Hiro had taken his massive
resources and had spared no expense in perfecting the
beauty in a way that was almost unnatural.
Tonight, though, Carla had outdone herself. She had
long lashes that gently curled up, enhancing her already
beautiful eyes. Her golden hair fell in glossy waves
down her back. She wore a simple golden dress that
drooped across her chest, displaying the top halves of
enhanced breasts that were about as perfect as I'd
ever seen on a woman. She wasn't toned like Tara or
Chloe, nor did she have the slender firmness of Erin or
Bobbi. The dress had a slit that ended just below her
hip, and it fell away to expose one leg all the way to
her upper thigh. She was all femininity... like a live,
physical, modern-day representation of Aphrodite.
She looked up from the menu she'd been perusing and
must have been pleased by my reaction because she
broke out into a wide grin that didn't only show
pleasure in my obvious amazement—there was a
quality of 'I told you so' to the look she flashed back at
me.
"Oh!" She said, looking me up and down, "Right on time
and looking good! I love it!"
The hostess departed, and I took my seat across from
Carla. "I don't like being late for business meetings."
"So, you like being late for dates?" Carla asked, grinning
at me.
"Well, no," I protested. "I don't like being late for those
either."
"So which one is this?" She asked. "Business or a date?"
"Business," I said. "You're married to Hiro Tanaka. The
last thing I want is for him to hear that I'm dating his
wife."
"So, you still owe me a date?"
"Wait..."
Who the hell was sitting across from me? I'd been
under the impression that she was some sort of ditzy
blonde, but all evidence indicated that was far from the
case.
She smiled at me and said, "Relax. I know this is weird
for you. This is the date you promised me, and you can
chill about Hiro. He's tried to call me twice, and I've
ignored it."
"You're seriously done with him?"
Carla shook her head. "He's done with me. I crossed a
line. I can run up the credit card. I can talk trash about
his kids. I can sleep around behind his back. The one
thing I can't do is shame him publicly. He's killed two of
the guys I cheated on him with because people found
out about it."
"So, divorce it is, then," I concluded.
"Once he figures out he can't get to me," she said. Don't forget to leave a Comment 
