The Billionaire's Secret Love Child(203)

“Come on Vi,” Stephen, her boss said.

“Sorry, Stevie,” Viola said with a smile. The old man was sitting on a stool in the small area that lay between the large state of the art kitchen and the dining room. He was short, with big ears and a bald head. He wore glasses as thick as any Viola had ever seen, and they made his eyes look gigantic.

“You’re late too,” Stephen said.

“I don’t drive the bus,” Viola retorted. She went to the far wall, where a few lockers sat, and stashed her purse in hers before shutting the door. Then she went and clocked in before heading to the dining room.

The first part of her day passed slowly, as she busied herself with the work wait staff so often did when there weren’t many customers. Vine was a popular spot, but it had a reputation for being cool, and cool people simply didn’t show up to anything until the Sun had fallen from the sky.

Finally, the light outside indeed dimmed, and the dining room began filling up. Viola was offloading a few plates to one of her tables when she glanced at the door and smiled. There stood James Denning, one of her favorite customers. He was a bit older than her twenty-three, by a decade at least, and he always requested that she be his waitress whenever he came. She knew it was because he liked staring at her curvaceous body, but the man was friendly and funny, and he tipped incredibly well. She could deal with the stares and the flirting. Besides, he was rather attractive himself. He was white, with a strong jaw and sandy blonde hair that he always kept short, and it looked as though he got a haircut every couple of days.

James was the CEO of a company that owned and operated some of the most popular websites in the world. He always had his phone out, texting people, responding to emails, but when Viola would swing by his table to check on him he would set his phone down, and all of his attention would be on her. It embarrassed Viola a bit, but it excited her at the same time. She knew he wanted her. It was obvious, the way he would speak to her, the way he would flirt. His eyes traveled up and down her body, and he didn’t attempt to hide it. He was a powerful man, and she knew he was used to getting what he wanted. The fact that she had never accepted one of his invitations to go somewhere with him drove him wild, and she could tell.

Viola waited until he was seated, which of course he was without having to wait in line, and then she made her way over to his table. He was sitting with another man, an older man with silver hair and a pointed chin.

James looked towards the black woman and smiled.

“Vi,” he said. “I’m glad you’re working tonight.”

“I bet you are,” Violet said teasingly. She stood at the man’s elbow, and she watched as his eyes flashed downwards to her exposed thighs. He might as well have licked his lips; the desire on his face was unmistakable.

“This is Frank Geller,” James said, introducing the other man. Frank shook her hand.

“I own Meet a Lover dot com, and this swindler is trying to get me to part with it.”

Viola smiled and nodded. Rich people always loved talking about their business; it was as if they needed everyone to know exactly how and why they were rich. Still, they tipped her well, so she feigned interest.

The night wore on, and the restaurant continued to seat as many people as they could. James and Frank stayed for a long while, having a few drinks before they ordered food, and then taking their time and discussing business over steaming cups of coffee after they had eaten.

Near ten, they rose to leave, and Viola went to the table to get the check. James reached out as she did, and he took her hand in his.

“You alright tonight?” he asked her, looking into her eyes.

Viola nodded softly. She was looking at the man, really looking at him, and she realized just how handsome he was. She had never been with a white man before, but she certainly wouldn’t mind if he were her first. If he had any slight blemish on his looks, it was the fact that his nose looked just a bit crooked, but it actually suited him somewhat.

“My boyfriend broke up with me tonight,” Viola blurted out before she could stop herself.

“Well, I don’t know the guy, but I’m going to guess that he’s an idiot,” James said with an easy grin.

“He is,” Viola agreed, and she laughed, but she felt a stinging pain in her eyes as tears formed there.

“What time do you get off tonight?” James asked her, still holding her hand.

“Soon. Around midnight.”

“Perfect,” James said, nodding as though it made sense to her.

“Perfect for what?” she asked tentatively.

“I’ll pick you up. We’ll go to The Ice Room.”

The Ice Room was a very popular, and very elite night club in New York. Tables cost fifteen thousand dollars to reserve, and that was before you even ordered a drink. Viola had never been there, and she didn’t think she ever would go.

“I can’t. I don’t have anything to wear,” Viola said.

“Don’t worry about that, I’ll bring something when I pick you up.”

Viola opened her mouth to tell the man no, as she always did when he asked her out, but when she spoke another word came out instead. “Okay,” she said.

James grinned, a wide smile where his lips pulled apart and showed off his sparkling white teeth. “Great,” he said. “Out front, midnight, alright?”

“Okay,” Viola said, unsure of what she had just gotten herself into. James bent and pressed his lips to her cheeks, and then he turned and left with Frank. Viola watched him go.