Carmella Quinton's life wasn't easy, losing her parents at 16 was a hard blow for her. she was sent to a foster home for 2 yrs, then once set free into life she had little money to complete her education and provide a luxury life for herself. Now at 23, after struggling to be able to rent a one bedroom apartment in a broken down complex, found a job as a waitress at one of the most exquisite and expensive restaurants in Los Angeles. She knew it was her looks that helped her land the job; she was 5 foot 7, long blonde hair with green sapphire eyes, a rare beauty to many. She could have landed a job as an actress or model easily, but many of the agents required her to do unwanted favors and that she didn't want to do. She was no virgin, yet the thought of degrading herself for a job was absurd to her. quickly dressing in her uniform and securing her long hair in a nice braid down her back.
She took one last glimpse at herself, "yes, perfect." she thought as she walked out to face her long evening duties.
Armand Lemieux stood there watching his employees, he always caught his breath when Carmella walked in, she was one of the most intriguing girls he had ever employed, beauty, poise and elegancy filled the air about her. He hired her 3 months ago and she had amazed him, she worked hard, never slouched, never showed her tiredness and not even engaged in any problems with his other employees. She pretty much kept to herself, never confiding in anyone. A rare beauty, a rare gem he thought. Suddenly his thoughts were broken as he noticed Draco Monroe walk in, Draco one of his most prized customers, a very rich business tycoon, a man not to be trifled with, at 39 Draco owned an empire, and he was a very handsome and wealthy man, number 1 bachelor if he remembered right.
Quickly Armand went to greet Draco at the entrance.
"Mr. Monroe, welcome."
"Good evening Arnaud." replied Draco coolly, "I hope you can squeeze us in, we are 5 people."
"Of course! Mr. Monroe, you know we always have a table reserved for you."
Draco nodded, his appreciation visible, "shall we then?" he asked.
Carmella caught a glimpse of the man following her boss, he was tall, extremely handsome, and not a young man she guessed, the men trailed behind him, power, and money filled the air about him. She wondered who he was, cause Arnaud rarely tended to customers himself, he must be someone very important to Arnaud. She shook her head slightly looking about for a new table since the table she was attending to had just left. Then she noticed her boss coming towards her.
"Carmella, I would like you to attend to table 25, he is one of my most highly appreciated customers, so anything they need is theirs, and please make sure they get a bottle of Krug, Clos du Mesnil 1995 as a gift." said Arnaud.
"Yes sir." Carmella replied, quickly walking towards the table.
Draco was talking to the man beside him when suddenly a soft voice penetrated his mind," good evening gentlemen, my name is Carmella and I shall be your waitress tonight."
Draco's thoughts were lost as he looked up at the beautiful woman standing before him, "she must be new he thought", he could hear the men saying good evening and as his eyes caught hers as she looked at him he said "good evening Carmella" with a soft tone. Suddenly eye contact was broken as a waiter came to stand beside her, she turned to him and took the bottle of champagne from him.
"A gift from Mr. Lemieux ." she said as she popped open the champagne and began to pour into the glasses.
Suddenly she was beside him pouring into his glass, he looked at the delicate hands, her well manicured nails, he could inhale her scent, Draco shook himself, his senses lighting up as he imagined those hands caressing his chest, 'Dammit man, stop it!" he thought.
She then started to place the menus before each man, he noticed how the men glared at her openly, some were in a state of shock, and some were actually gaping.
She stood back and said, "if you need anything else sirs, please don't be hesitant to ask."
As the men shuffled, and discussed the menu, Draco's thought were filled with her, who was she and why was she here?
"Draco?" "Draco? Are you ready to order man?" one of his friends asked.
"Oh yes, I'm sorry, I'm ready." he said.
He lifted his hand and quickly she appeared by his side.
"Are you gentleman ready to order?" she asked smiling down at them.
"Yes." replied Draco placing the orders.
Dinner passed by quickly, for too quickly for Draco's disappointment, deep inside he didn't want it to end, didn't want to leave, he wanted to stay and watch her, to inhale her, this Carmella had filled his mind, his senses with feelings he hadn't felt since he was a young teen. By the time they were due to leave he knew that he wanted her, and that he would get her for anything Draco wanted he got!
Carmella watched as the men departed, and approached the table to pick up her tip and clean up, as she opened the bill sleeve and she gasped, a two hundred dollar tip was there. She tried to hide her happiness, this would take care of many of her payments this month, she lifted her eyes and saw him still there talking to Arnaud, yet his eyes upon her, she lowered her head to hide her blush and quickly set back to her task.
"I shall be having a dinner party on Sunday Arnaud, and I would like you to send me Carmella, I'm sure you have no objection to that? As you know it's not the first time I have requested a waitress from you." Draco said.
"It will not be a problem Mr. Monroe, I shall have her there by 6, would you like her to wear anything in particular?" he asked.
"A white blouse, and black knee high skirt, for we both know, she doesn't need anything to hide her beauty or to enhance it."
Arnaud chuckled, "I knew you would like her, don't worry she will be there Sunday at 6."
"Thank you and thank you for the champagne." he said as they shook hands.
Carmella night proceeded as normal, customers and more customers, then at the end of the night Arnaud had called her into his office and informed her of Sunday's request. He had assured her it was not the first time he had sent waitresses up to Draco's house and that it was always good for the girls, they made extra cash and always returned, unharmed and untouched. Carmella had accepted the opportunity for cash she needed, desperately.
The week passed by quickly and Carmella found herself eager to see Draco again, apart from the money, he had intrigued her, she found him very handsome and extremely mysterious, those eyes "oh god! She couldn't forget those eyes, grey smoky and filled with untold emotions."
As Sunday arrived she found herself pacing the restaurant , dressed in a white silk blouse, a but transparent showing off a little peak of her white lacy bra, it was the only decent white shirt she owned, her black knee high skirt fitted perfectly around her, her high heels giving her an extra few inches of height, her black new stockings warming her perfectly shaped legs , she avoided wearing a garter belt knowing it would show beneath the snug fitted shirt, her long hair tied in an long braid down her back and her makeup simple.
The taxi car arrived and the doorman came in to call her, she shivered, "its time." she thought.
The doorman gave the address to the cab and she was sent off, laying her head back in the cab her thoughts filling with vivid images of his hands, those strong hands, his black jet hair, what it would be like to run her fingers through it, to feel it, but she knew they were all images, Mr. Lemieux would never look twice at her, she was beautiful yes, but men of his status did not follow around waitresses for any other reason but to bed and throw them away.
A wave of sadness swept around her, "would she ever find her match? A man who cared for her and not for her looks?"
Suddenly the cab came to a halt, in front of a huge mansion in Beverly Hills, "this is it miss."
