Page 127 of Forbidden Billionaires: Vol. 8
Chastity helped me adjust my blonde afro wig. “There,” she said.
“Perfect. Thanks guys.” I hurried out of the booth and was just able to intercept their table before their real waiter got there.
“Bonjour,” I said, in a perfect French accent. “I’m Francois and I’ll be your waiter this evening. Can I start you off with a refreshment? The wine list here is fantastique.”
Ash looked up at me and her eyes grew round. “Wait...Tan...”
“Yes, I am tan. From my regular vacation at Saint-Tropez. Because I am French.”
She laughed. She seemed very relieved that I was there.
“Do you two know each other?” asked Mike.
“No, monsieur. I’ve never seen this gorgeous woman in my life. I’m Francois. Tell me your refreshment order now.”
“Um, okay,” said Mike. “We’ll have a bottle of red wine.”
“Good choice, monsieur. I’ll be right back.”With a bottle of white, you prick.I hadn’t purposely come over to sabotage the date. But they clearly had no chemistry. I’d fix this.
I came back with a bottle of white.
The two of them were talking about something. And Ash didn’t look nearly as happy as she had when I’d shown up at her table.
“Bonjour!” I yelled again to help cut through the awkwardness. “I have the refreshment you requested.” I poured them each a glass of white.
Mike didn’t correct me. Because of course he didn’t.
“And for your entrees?”
“Tan...” Ash started.
“I’m Francois!” I yelled.
Ash laughed and shook her head. “I’ll take the crabcakes,Francois.” She emphasized the name.
“That sounds great, I’ll have crabcakes too,” said Mike.
In your dreams.I hurried to the kitchen to get my girl a crabcake and whatever garbage I could find Mike.
I came back and placed Ash’s crabcake in front of her. And I placed two slices of a non-chocolate cake in front of Mike. Because chocolate was delicious and he didn’t deserve it.
“Um...” Mike’s voice trailed off.
“Oui,” I said. “Enjoy.”
“Um...this is dessert.”
“Yes, she ordered the crabcakes and you asked for two cakes.”
“No, I said I’d like the crabcakes too.”
“I thought you said two.”
“Too?” he asked.
“No, two.”
“We’re saying the same thing.”
