Adam will like it once he forgives me for wearing it.
When I'm dressed, I freshen up my makeup and sweep my hair up into an updo. It accentuates my cleavage even more, and I wonder if I should take my hair down. No time. Once I get Adam the information he needs, he'll be happy I look so enticing.
Tom is waiting for me in the lobby, and he walks me out to his limousine. I get in, and he scoots very close to me. Regret washes over me instantly. I've put myself in a bad situation being alone in this car with him, and I pray that we're going to a close restaurant.
The universe is on my side tonight, and we pull up in front of a French Bistro just a few blocks from work. Tom helps me out of the limo and tries to take my hand. I pretend like I don't notice and proceed ahead of him into the restaurant. I'm glad that I didn't let him hold my hand because I see Adam as soon as we walk inside.
I swallow back a yelp and remember that I have to play it cool.
This will all be over soon. I think to myself as the host seats us in the private section of the restaurant. I get nervous because Adam won't be able to get close to us here. I'll have to pull up my big girl panties and handle this.
Chapter Ten
Adam
I've bribed a waiter to let me take his shift. I've only ever briefly worked waiting tables, and it wasn't in a place like this. The owner has left for the day, and everybody just assumes I'm a new guy filling in for the waiter I bribed. He said he was about to quit anyway, and tells me good luck.
When I see Lilith come in with Tom, I have to swallow back my jealousy. I need to do this for Sophie, and Lilith is doing her best to help me.
I told the head waiter tonight that I have lots of experience so that he'd put me right on the floor instead of making me go through training. Fortunately, he stuck me in a small section in the back. I'm not close to where Tom and Lilith are having dinner, but at least I'm not going to get overwhelmed and blow my cover. Getting dragged out of here by my ear and having the cops called on me is the last thing I need, but I have a feeling that's exactly what will happen if Jack, the head waiter, figures out I'm an imposter.
The menu here is small and very specific, so I learn tonight's specials quickly. I never have more than two tables, so I'm able to keep up. I even get a few good tips and a phone number from some sorority girls out celebrating a birthday. The money I save, and the phone number I slip to Louie. He's the other waiter working tonight, and he thanks me profusely.
Watching Lilith flirting with Tom is making my blood boil, but I keep an eye on her anyway. It's my fault she's here. At one point, he reaches out and caresses her arm, and I have to take a minute to cool down in the walk in.
About halfway through their meal, I signal her to meet me in the bathroom. We slip in when no one is looking, and Lilith locks the door behind us.
"Ooh, what do you want to do in here?" She jokes, and I have to laugh. Lilith is good at bringing me back to earth.
"Haha. Very funny hot stuff. Tell me what you've found out so far." I've got to focus on business, or else I am going to spend the rest of the night making out with her in here. It's tempting, but a lady like my Peaches deserves better.
"Not as much as I would like. I can't get Tom to drink faster. I need him drunk, or he's never going to spill anything. I think Tom really believes he's going to get laid tonight, and he's trying to make sure he can keep it up. If you know what I mean." She says it completely sincerely and I chuckle again. Lilith is so innocent and sweet that she believes I might not know what it means.
"You shouldn't tell me stuff like that, Peaches. I might go out and kill the guy right now." I say and clench my fists.
"And, then where would we be?" She says and takes my fist into her hand. I relax and thread my fingers through hers.
"You're right. Thank you. But, now what are we going to do?"
"You're not
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