Deep down, she wanted a strong, confident man to take the lead. Someone she could give control over to. She grew tired of always making the decisions, being the one to shoulder the blame if something went wrong. There was something about the commanding tone in Sylas’s voice which really appealed to her. She would not admit it to her staff, but she was really turned on by the idea of giving over control to someone else.
Carla shook her head in understanding; she knew when Veronica got a feeling about someone that was it; there was no talking her out of it. She was glad she never got on her bad side. As Carla walked away, she saw Mr. Chatur walking towards the two of them.
“Carla, don’t leave. I need to talk to the two of you.” Mr. Chatur wanted back up going into break the news to Veronica.
Carla turned reluctantly, following Mr. Chatur to the office. Veronica went there to check on the reservations for the night. Carla loved working for Mr. Chatur; he was a slight man standing an average height. He walked slightly bent over because his time in the restaurant business had taken a toll on him physically. Mr. Chatur turned back looking over his shoulder to Carla.
“I hired a new chef today over the phone, Carla, he comes highly respected, good references, and good ideas that can help us fill this restaurant again,” Mr. Chatur rehearsed what he would tell Veronica.
“That’s great, Mr. Chatur! I hope Veronica doesn’t mind. She didn’t like his tone over the phone,” Mr. Chatur paused for a second sensing that Carla was trying to warn him of his impending confrontation.
“I’m still the boss, she can deal with it.” Mr. Chatur acted tough, but deep down he knew that he was all talk when it came to his daughter.
They reached the office. Veronica sat looking at the reservation log on the computer. There was not much to look at. It was shaping up to be another bad week. Mr. Chatur walked in. Taking a deep breath he broke the news to Veronica.
“Veronica, I have the solution to our reservation problem,” the words sort of stumbled out of his mouth.
“And what do you have in mind, Father? We are looking at another week under 50% booked. We cannot continue at this rate. We are falling behind,” Veronica didn’t even turn to face her father.
“Well, I hired us a new chef. He’s moving into town in a week. He will be able to fill this place,” he practically whispered the words, bracing himself for Veronica’s reaction.
Veronica spun around and glared at her father. “WHAT! Father, please tell me you didn’t hire the guy on the phone. I thought we agreed I would have input in the hiring process. Have you lost your mind?”
“How do you know he is as good as he says he is? He could be all talk, most chefs are, dad.” Veronicas look of anger turned to disappointment. “You know I like to have a say in these matters. You just did this behind my back. Carla, didn’t I tell you he was going to pull something like this?”
Carla stood silent, just staring at Veronica. Not uttering a word. Veronica wanted her to back her up. She wanted Carla to tell her father he lost his mind. Mr. Chatur broke the awkward silence.
“Well, young lady, when your name is on the door you can do what you want. Until then, I call the shots. He has an excellent background and came highly regarded,” Veronica’s demeanor changed immediately. When her father spoke to her in that tone she knew it best to stop the conversation.
“He will be here in a week and you will make him feel welcomed, Veronica. Do I make myself clear?” Mr. Chatur stood firm.
“Yes, sir, I’ll play nice, but one slip and he’s out the door.” Veronica stormed out of the office. She walked into the kitchen to check on the days specials. She was not happy with her father’s decision to hire this chef sight unseen, but his voice and control over the phone had her very intrigued. Veronica concerns were that this plan would blow up in her father’s face. The chef they have now follows instructions well. His only downfall, he drinks, a lot. As she turned onto the cooks’ line, she found her favorite cook, Tito, getting ready to start his prep work for the day. He always made it a point to help her in any way she needed. Veronica would never date one of her staff members, but sex was a different story.
Veronica stood just watching Tito handling his knife. He was good with his hands, his knife skills were impressive. Tito Julienne cut some peppers for one of the specials. His knife blade sliced the pepper with a precision of a surgeon operating on a patient. His fingers of his guide hand were tucked, sliding across the vegetable like a gentle caress to a woman’s cheek. His movements were accurate and sensual. Veronica grew aroused watching his delicate yet strong movements. Feeling a twinge in her pussy she needed to release her tension. Veronica approached Tito glancing around to make sure nobody was watching. She wanted him right there, she needed to feel his firm hands on her.
“Tito, can you follow me to the storage room, please?” Veronica gently slid her hand down his back heading to his firm ass.
“Absolutely, Veronica, are you in need of a hand?” Tito set down the knife.
“A hand, your cock, or whatever you are in the mood for, Tito,” Veronica stood, squeezing his ass.
Veronica turned, walked off the line and headed to the back storage room. It was the only storage area they could lock. She knew they would not be interrupted in there. She got more aroused knowing Tito was walking behind her. She could feel his presence and instantly dampness grew between her legs. Veronica unlocked the store room door. She entered turning on the light.
“Tito, make sure nobody saw us come in here together and close the door and lock it,” Veronica let her hair down, the auburn curls falling to her shoulders.
“Nobody saw us. You are so sexy, Veronica,” Tito locked the door.
Veronica turned to face him waiting for him to make his move. She stood staring at the bulge in his pants, longing for him to just grab her. She wanted a man to take control of her. Her eyes left his crotch and she looked him in the eye.
“Are you going to get undressed?” Veronica asked unbuttoning her blouse.
As Tito undressed, Veronica stood, staring him. He was a very attractive man, tall and fit. His shirt sleeves were tight on his biceps as he stripped off his chef’s jacket. She stood silent watching him strip down his pants, his cock rigid and full, caught her attention, immediately sending a shiver down her spine. Tito stood staring at Veronica’s bare chest.
“Do you need an invitation, Tito? Take me,” she knew they didn’t have much time.
Veronica stiffened, growing frustrated waiting for him to take her. Men have always assumed because she worked in a power position, she wanted to be in control. She really wanted a man to look beyond that. Willing her to do what he wanted, when he wanted it done. She grabbed Tito’s hands, putting them on her breasts.
“Squeeze them, now!” She took a deep breath growing more frustrated.
Tito did what he was told. Squeezing her breasts firmly, he leaned in to kiss her. His lips were firm and slightly chapped from the heat of the kitchen. His tongue slipped passed her lips finding her tongue. Veronica began to kiss Tito with more force trying to let him know with her lips it was alright for him to take what he wanted. She was getting very aroused. Her pussy ached, she needed him inside her. So like most times she needed to need to demand what she wanted.
“Get on your knees, lift my skirt and taste me.” Veronica urged Tito to take her.
Tito dropped to his knees, following orders. He began to lick Veronica’s mound. He first circled her tracing her lips, lightly teasing her clit as her reached the top of her pussy. Veronica flexed her hips enjoying his mouth on her sex. He was good with his tongue. She shivered as he buried his face in-between her thighs. She watched as his tongue disappeared deep into her pussy.
“Yes, Tito, fuck me with your tongue. Taste me, make me come.” Her moans became louder.
Veronica’s thighs rocked as she let out an orgasm that had been building for weeks. Tito just held his tongue inside her. Veronica tightened her legs around his head waiting
for her orgasm to stop. She needed more so she released Tito from her grip.
“Fuck me with that cock of yours, Tito,” Veronica pulled away from Tito’s head.
He stood and entered her. Veronica’s pussy was so wet Tito’s hard cock slid in with little resistance. Her pussy closed around his shaft as he paused for a second. Veronica broke the silence, letting out a moan.
“Please, fuck me, Tito, take me now!” Veronica wiggled her hips, urging him to continue.
Tito withdrew his cock and began a steady pounding. He pulled all the way out and slammed himself back in. Veronica pussy tightened around his cock and within minutes she came again. Tito picked up the pace driving himself deep inside her. Veronica could tell by his clenched jaw his orgasm was building.
“I’m coming, Tito! I’m coming!” wave after wave crashed over her.
Tito thrust deep one last time burying himself deep inside Veronica. His cock jerked, filling her with his warm release. Tito collapsed on top of Veronica, panting hard.
“That was amazing Veronica, I never felt anything so powerful before.” Tito tried to catch his breath.
“Get up and get dressed, Tito,” Veronica sounded frustrated as always. Yes, the sex was fulfilling, she came a few times. Her orgasms were not the issue. She wanted a man to be the boss and tell her what to do. She always made the decisions. For once she wanted someone else to call the shots in the bedroom.
“What is the daily special?” Veronica asked. With that, they were back to business as usual.
“The special today is salmon with haricot verts.” Tito answered as Veronica turned walking out the door like nothing happened
She walked relaxed, but still frustrated that her father hired this new chef. As she walked past the line, she saw Tito coming out of the storage room. She smiled at him, letting him know she was satisfied. Now, she needed to get to the bathroom to wipe the dampness from between her thighs. Then, she needed to post the daily special. The restaurant opened in fifteen minutes.
Chapter 5
Sylas pulled in behind the moving van. He jumped out of his car feeling well rested after enjoying a long weekend in Tennessee. He looked around his new surroundings. It wasn’t anything fancy, your standard apartment complex. He walked into the office to get his keys. He signed the remaining papers. Walking out of the office he was happy and content with the decision he made to move to Great falls. The breeze blew crisply; Sylas noticed a freshness that hung in the air. Sylas stood looking at the view of the mountains before him. He was excited for this new opportunity. He didn’t start work for a few days but he decided to call La Joie. He made 7:00 reservations. Sylas didn’t tell them his true identity; he wanted to get a real impression of the restaurant. He was not going to critique the food, but he did want to evaluate the staff. He acted like a culinary critic reserving a table under an assumed name. What if he didn’t like what he saw? It was too late to turn back now; he jumped in with both feet.
“This way, guys, follow me!” Sylas pointed towards his apartment. He wanted to get settled right away.
The movers brought the rest of Sylas’s belongings into his apartment. He did not own much, being a chef he was seldom home. He quickly located his garment bag packed with his suits. He would be making his first impression tonight. He wanted to dress to impress. Looking at the time, Sylas jumped in the shower getting ready for his night on the town.
Sylas arrived at La Joie. He was a bit surprised by the emptiness. As he approached the door a beautiful young lady greeted him immediately.
“Welcome to La Joie, do you have a reservation tonight, sir?” The hostess asked while grabbing for a menu. Sylas scanned the dining room, noticing only a few couples scattered throughout the space.
“Yes, I do, but do I really need one?” Sylas smirked. He immediately started counting seats, to get an idea of the possible sales volume the restaurant could achieve.
The hostess chuckled while leading him to his table. The dark furniture stood out against the white walls of the restaurant. Every table was set with a simple candle centerpiece. The crystal glasses on the table and the full silver set was a nice touch on the cream table cloths. Sylas relaxed feeling very welcomed and comfortable in his new surroundings.
“Your server will be with you momentarily.” The hostess placed the menu in front of him.
He sat quietly looking over the single piece of paper in front of him. Sylas inspected the menu not impressed at all with the challenge level of it. He knew the chef was out of touch with the latest trends. The dishes were your basic French standards. As he sat looking at the menu, a woman caught his eye. A stunning young woman with long curly auburn hair, her eyes glimmering in the candle light. She wore a simple black skirt and a white blouse. Sylas’s eyes were immediately drawn to her legs. The heels she wore made it obvious that she managed the restaurant. She carried herself in a professional manner, guiding the staff to keep moving despite being slow. He could not stop staring at her. Sylas looked forward to getting to know her better.
“Welcome to La Joie.” A voice startled Sylas out of his gaze.
“My name is Carla and I will be assisting you this evening.” She spoke softly.
“Good evening, Carla.”
Glancing up from his menu, he noticed the beauty standing before him. A breath taking smile, flowing blonde hair pulled back in a ponytail. Her crystal blue eyes were kind. They sparkled in the candlelight dancing on his table. Her smile electric her lips were full with a slight pink tone. He sat slightly speechless from what he saw the women of Great Falls were gorgeous. It must be the crisp mountain air. Sylas was shaken out of his gaze when Carla began to speak.
“What would you like to drink tonight, sir?” Carla asked smiling.
“I’ll have bourbon, neat, please.” He could not help gazing at her breasts, her cleavage begged for attention.
“What would you like to order tonight?” Carla caught him staring. She leaned forward a bit giving him a better look.
“I’ll start with the escargot, then the filet medallions, your garlic thyme fingerling potatoes and vegetable du jour.” Not even her beauty could make Sylas feel better about this menu.
“Excellent choices and how would you like your filet prepared?” Carla jotted his order on her server tablet.
“Medium rare.”
“Great, I’ll be right back with your bourbon.” Carla walked away. Sylas noticed a little extra swing in her hips.
Sylas sat watching the flow of the restaurant. The dining room staff was well trained. They were very attentive to their guests, the few which were there. A few more people trickled in while Sylas waited for his first course. His bourbon arrived as ordered. He took a sip, letting the smoky flavor wash down the bread he was eating. The food he observed coming out of the kitchen appeared sloppy. It looked like it was just thrown on the plate, no staging, with no expression. All of these things were a sign the chef didn’t care about his art anymore. Sylas spotted Carla coming out of the kitchen carrying his escargot.
“Here is your first course, sir.” Carla placed the plate in front of him.
Sylas gently nodded in appreciation. Carla paused then walked away. He took one bite instantly finding the problem with this restaurant. The food tasted terrible. He pushed the food aside patiently waiting for the rest of his meal to come out. Carla brought out his main course. Sylas found everything bland. It lacked freshness. He knew he could fix these problems as long, as the owners would give him the ability to do so. Sylas sat pushing his food around his plate when he noticed the dining room manager walking by his table. Earlier he saw her talking to Carla. She glanced over in his direction a few times. Sylas looked up and made eye contact, smiling slightly.
“Good evening, sir, my name is Veronica. How is your dinner tonight?” She inquired with an honest sincerity in her voice.
“It’s fine.” Sylas tried to be polite.
“Just fine, that doesn’t sound good. Is there something specific you don
’t care for?” Veronica already knew the answer, but she asked anyway. She knew the food was not up to par.
“Well, if I must be honest, the vegetables were over cooked, the filet was tough and the fingerling potatoes were under cooked. Basically, it was a hot mess.” Sylas’s tone made it clear he knew what he was talking about.
“I’m very sorry to hear that, sir.” Veronica paused looking around for Carla. Sylas could tell by the flush in her face she was getting angry.
“Remove this gentleman’s plate and tell chef to fire another plate, immediately!” Carla took the plate, heading into the kitchen quickly.
“Really, that is not needed. Unless you have another chef back there who knows what he is doing. Or better quality ingredients, you are fighting a losing battle.” Sylas stared deep into her hazel eyes.
“Well, sir, everyone has an off night. We try our best, you just happened to come in at a bad time.” Veronica said crossing her arms.
Veronicas anger showed, her body tensed and she clenched her fists. Sylas sat there laughing on the inside. He was having fun playing this little game with her. She would be in for a shock in a few days when she walked back into the kitchen and saw him standing there. He wanted to tell her, but he liked the way her lip quivered the angrier she got. Sylas enjoyed this power he held over her, but he couldn’t help but think he should let her off the hook. Should he tell her that he was going to be saving this restaurant in a few days? No, he would let it be a surprise. She looked very cute when she was angry. Sylas liked the way her jaw clenched and her cheeks turned bright red. He saw Carla coming back over to the table with a new plate of food. When she set it down he noticed the same issues as before. He shook his head in disapproval.
“I told you shouldn’t have bothered. This is still crap; I don’t even need to eat it to tell you that.” He stood up to leave.
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