Page 30 of Five Days to Be Mine

“We should move these long tables. I don't need them. Someone will feel left out, better to keep it to the four seatings. Can we move these oblong tables?” Nevie tapped one of the oblong glass tables, with the nail of her index finger.

“Of course,” I say, wondering how I'm going to find matching tables to join the custom made rectangles.

There were very few people that I would cater this much to or for, but Nevie Cartwright, wife and submissive of Griffin Cartwright, is one of them.

The Cartwrights are fetish/kink celebrities, owning the private BDSM club, Shivers.

Each year they host an infamous yacht party and have written numerous books on kink and sex ed.

I’m rich, but I'm not yacht-rich.

Sinful Bites has a waiting list going into next year. We are an experience catered to the kinky minded and I make no apology that eating in this restaurant which sits on the fortieth floor of the luxurious Hugo Hotel, will run you six hundred dollars a plate.

“Good. This is going to be a night to remember, Evan. Chef sent me the latest menu, but I want to reiterate that there is to be no egg dishes and absolutely no seafood. Griffin hates seafood.”

“I have it noted on the event details and on the menus.” I had also covered it during the last meeting for this event, which is going to be the anniversary party of the year. “I promise, no eggs and no seafood.”

“Great, the last thing I want this night to resemble is a church potluck.” Nevie shudders, tossing her golden blonde braid over her shoulder.

“I can’t think of anything worse.”

“You’re a star, Evan. The only other thing I want to go over is decor. I must say, the place looked a little sparse last time Griffin and I came to dine. Have you thought of adding some floral touches?” Nevie has a smirk on her face and I wonder how she heard that I fired my florist.

“I’m between florists right now.” Flowers aren’t my thing and I haven’t been in a hurry to replace Kyle and Sabrina Wilson.

“An establishment like this really needs a floral team on their payroll. I'm happy to send you who we use.”

“I have it covered, Nevie. Thanks for the offer.”

Nevie turns on her heels and tilts her head. “Do you know that I turned Griffin down twice before finally agreeing to go to dinner with him? Sometimes a woman likes a little pursuit?”

I slide my hands into my pockets but can’t help but level a glare at her.

I didn’t think she and Griffin were there that night, but maybe they’d come early.

She shrugs, smiling.

“And sometimes it can come off as a creepy stalker guy.”

Nevie tilts her head back and laughs, her model worthy grin shining. “Nobody can accuse you of being creepy, Evan.”

“I think my ex-wife would disagree with you.” I smile, but there is a sour taste in my mouth.

“Don’t let your past stop you. Now remind me of how many guests I'm allowed to have?”

I shake my head in mock desperation. “Even for you, Nevie, the place only holds eighty people seated.”

“Then it’s a good thing many of us won't be spending the evening on a chair but on the floor.”

“Still counts.” I smile, but make my tone firm.

“You can’t blame an old girl for trying.” Nevie flashes me that smile again.

“I’m going to do everything I can to make sure you have a memorable thirty-fifth anniversary party.”

“I can't wait, Evan.”

“Nevie, are you done giving Mr. Brennon a hard time?” A booming voice calls out before we even see him.

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