“I don’t care. I hate him. I want him to burn.”
An argument near the toilets caught his ear and he looked over to see his date telling off another patron of the restaurant.
The woman opposite him giggled, “oops, looks like my distraction wasn’t long enough. I’ll let you get back to your date. If you think the information on the device is anything you can use, call me. We can negotiate.” She quickly rose from her seat and beelined out of the restaurant.
He palmed the USB and motioned to his head of security to take it. “I don’t know what’s on it. Could be nothing. Could be everything. Keep it safe until we’re in the office and we’ll need IT to make sure it’s not loaded with a virus to wipe us out. Also, find out everything you can on Merlin McGrath’s ex-wife. I want every detail.”
“Yes sir.” The man moved away as his date reappeared to the table.
“Isaias, some bimbo spilled water all over my silk skirt in the bathroom and then when I came out another one crashed into me with another glass of water. How is this your favorite restaurant when the clientele is so clumsy?”
“I am certain it’s merely a series of unfortunate circumstances. I will pay for your new skirt.” He tried not to grin as he realized the brunette had arranged for his date to get saturated. He probably already owed her one.
“The restaurant should pay,” she huffed, tossing her blond hair over her shoulder angrily.
“Was it restaurant staff who spilled water on you?”
“No.”
“Then why should they pay?”
“They should have better control of their guests.”
“We will agree to disagree,” he motioned to the wine, “drink your wine. Dinner will be along soon.”
“Fine,” she huffed. “Who was the lady?”
“Which lady?”
“The one who I saw sitting at the table?”
“She sat at the wrong table,” he lied effortlessly. “She was quite embarrassed.”
“Then why did she leave.”
He leaned forward, “I think her date left her here when she was in the bathroom.”
“Did she leave without paying?”
“I don’t know. I don’t really care. What I do care about is not continuing this conversation.”
Twenty minutes later he had completely tuned her out. He was struggling to remember her name now as well, while he enjoyed the dishes placed in front of him. The woman complained about the fishy taste of her entrée and the caloric content of her dessert. He made a mental note when he dined here next, he was coming alone.
When the bill arrived, he was surprised to see the restaurant owner approach and tell him it was on the house.
“I understand there was a mishap in the ladies’ room, and I could never forgive myself if you had a bad experience at my restaurant.”
“While I appreciate the gesture, I assure you there are no hard feelings over a minor incident, and I am content to pay for my meal. It will not dissuade me from returning, I promise.”
“Thank you, Mr. Machado but I must insist. You’re a valued customer and I appreciate your patronage. Please accept this as my way of apology.”
“Then I accept but next time, I’m paying. Thank you, Mara.”
“You’re most welcome. Please enjoy the rest of your evening.”
“I am sure I shall.” When they got outside, he looked to his driver, “please take my companion home or wherever it is she wishes to go. I’ll ride with security and return to my estate.”
“You’re not coming home with me?” She ran her hand suggestively up his arm.
“No,” he regarded her with a sad shake of his head. “The truth is, your constant whining and moaning and your incessant need to critique, complain and argue everything tonight has made my dick want to retire permanently. We won’t be fucking. Not tonight or any other night. Good evening.”
He walked away as she stood standing with her jaw open. He slid into the front seat of the car his head of security usually drove. “Take me home.” He had a thumb drive to dissect and a revenge plot to contemplate. Despite the odd turn of his evening, Isaias was feeling quite satisfied with the outcome.
He picked up the phone and dialed the number on his screen, uncaring it was two in the morning.
A breathy whispered, “hello” echoed in his ear. He shifted in his bed uncomfortably. Her voice was incredible.
“Liesl?”
“Yes, who is this?”
“Isaias Machado. I need to ask how you got the information you gave me earlier this evening.”
Her groan made him pull the phone away from his ear and almost rub his crotch. Her voice was the stuff straight out of a porn; soft, seductive, and sleepy.
“You mean last night? It’s two o’clock in the morning.”
“I’m aware of the time. You have sensitive information here. How did you come by it?” He admitted to being concerned about the legitimacy of how she obtained it.
New Book: Back Home to Marry Off Myself
Loredana’s father left the family for his mistress, leaving them to fend for themselves abroad. When life was at its toughest, her father showed up with “good news” after 8 years of absence: To marry off Loredana to a paralyzed son of the wealthy Mendelsohn family.
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