Chapter 2 Seducing the cashier

Thursday, fifth of the fifth month ... a day not to be forgotten, two days ago no one would have convinced her enough that she'd pull this arrangement off. Well in actuality and if she could be honest the credit had to go to everyone else for being compliant, adjusting and really understanding. Truth be told their jobs were on the line in case if any fuck up. She had cross checked, probably over checked each department thoroughly, made sure they were standing in the right spot awaiting his arrival and now for the first time in the last two days, fifteen minutes to Mr.

Andrea Luca's visit she's actually feeling nervous, so she decided to rush to the bathroom to give herself self affirmations and touch up her makeup...

One black Toyota Supra, two black Rolls Royce, one Limo and another black Toyota Supra curving into the street and coming to a halt in front of the café announced the possible arrival of Mr. Andrea Luca. The man rushing out from the RR to open up the Limo rather confirmed his presence. The aura of a billionaire sure felt different because as Andrea stepped down from the Limo rather majestically it was obvious his presence had stirred something in the workers, they were all faced down to welcome him, he was directed to a table to sit. He spoke with Mr. Olive at length on some business matters and did thank him for the nice reception. When the time came to place an order, he insisted on taking his order by himself (not like the kitchen didn't already know what his order would be)...the night was going well as far as anyone was concerned, there had been no complaints.

Emma had missed the welcome party as she was in the bathroom. Coming out to see everyone already settled in, including her boss and his guest brought serenity to her initial anxiety. She had moved on to her cashier booth waiting to write the bill and input the day's records. She looked over to their table ...literally the only table with occupants as the whole café had been for this meeting which seemed more like a discussion dinner than an actual meeting and when she noticed Mr. Andrea's silhouette walk towards the counter to make his order and go back to his table to be served, she was mortified but kept her composure. She certainly couldn't figure out what was wrong with this man, he stated his order days before just to come here again and made his order, could he be testing their competency or was it just a rich people thing. She must have been deep in thought and she didn't notice the same silhouette she was observing closely moved towards her .

"Hi", Emma jolted and bowed her head in embarrassment to the person in front of her, "you need to tell me what caught your attention, don't you think it's a little rude to keep a customer waiting because you have other interests?"

"I am really sorry sir, how may I help you?"

"I'm here to make payment for an order ... and I insist on using card payment"

"Can I get a name for this payment..."

"Well, if you would not mind put it under the name of Mr. Andrea Luca"

"Okay if you can just wait and a waiter would bring the machine to you with your total bill, thank you sir"

"Sorry but I would decline your kind offer, I insist on paying by myself" said Andréa looking down at the five foot six figure before him. For the first time since this conversation began Emma looked up at her customer only to meet the gaze of an astonishingly handsome looking and rather young man. For some reason she had made up her mind that Mr. Andrea Luca was an old man in his late fifties but the person standing before her definitely didn't look a day over twenty-seven. His features were eye-catching, his hair, the darkest shade of coffee brown she had ever seen to match his eyebrows and long thick eyelashes that shielded the most remarkable set of blue eyes, it almost looked like his eyes had golden flecks in them. His lips the perfect shade of peach, she couldn't help thinking of how it would feel to be kissed by such lips. His skin was definitely properly taken care of and looked like he had a natural tan not to mention that he was definitely six foot five or more, that was definitely a bonus... she drank his whole appearance in...

Andrea almost couldn't believe his eyes, this petite woman before him with her blonde hair and hazel eyes and her luscious lips could be God's greatest creation. He had noticed the light make up on her face but no one, not even himself, could deny this stunning lady her accolades. He caught himself staring but he could not stop himself since her eyes had met his and literally felt like they were piercing into his soul. All composure was out the window at that point, his whole body couldn't move and yet his heart was pounding so fast, it felt like it was going to burst out soon. A whole new wave of emotions shot through him. He could tell that he was nervous, surprised, happy and over excited too. It had been a long while since he felt something like this, hell! he wasn't sure he had felt all these together before ...

Everyone in the room seemed to have seen or rather felt the tension between the both of them, especially Mr. Oliver since he had been waiting for Andréa to make his way back to the table. He hated to have to be the one to separate them but..."Oh give me a second, I am almost done" heaven knows that if Oliver had not called his name at that point he would have continued staring.

As though all consciousness came back to her just now, Emma remembered her duty, she finished summing up his bills and said the usual," Thank you for patronizing Ollie's café, have a nice day" with a smile of course, while Andrea just replied with a nod.

The dinner was quick to come to an end. Moments after that and everyone could finally get a share of well deserved rest. But can you call it rest if something or someone kept plaguing your mind and infiltrating your thoughts?

It had been two days since his visit to the café. Ever since the eye contact between him and that girl, whatever her name was, Andrea was genuinely disturbed, it was like she was everywhere with every little thing reminding him of her hazel eyes. He knew what it felt like to be haunted by beauty, perhaps this feelings would elude him once he has had his way with her, she did look somewhat interested in him too. She was gorgeous.

On the other hand, Iris had been buzzing around Emma to tell her what actually happened.

"Listen Emma I just think its funny that after organizing everyone and everything, you were the one who appeared to fuck up a bit. Tell me, TELL ME! What really happened? I could see a lot of sexual tension from way across the room, I can't even make this up cause everyone saw it too, Boss himself had to come ease up the tension a little bit and drag his guest away from you" teased Iris.

Iris, it is not what any of you think you saw that was going on there I promise you 'The Billionaire Andrea would rather chew on a black ribbon than notice someone like me " said Emma.

"But he did notice you, do you know how long you guys stood like that looking at each other or rather STARING? It was six fucking minutes. You need to start taking credit for how beautiful you actually are and stop being so modest about it"

"Okay, so he noticed me and so what, he didn't say much though except for anything regarding bills, girl he did not even ask for my name, how is anything meant to work out?" she had finally voiced out the question that she had asked herself too.

"Hey, It'll be fine but one thing I know is that this dude knows how to get exactly what he wants in the exact way he wants it, so if he wants you he would definitely get you. The question is, do you want him too? inquired Iris with her brow eye bulging . Her eyes usually did that whenever she was excited.

"Yes I do, I mean who would not, did you see him? He was like an Egyptian God. Iris please do not get my hopes up, as I am begging myself not to do the same thing"

"Anyway you can calm down, if talking about him makes you nervous in that way then let's talk about something else, although maybe this piece of information may sound good to you" said Iris.

"Please what information, I sincerely hope it doesn't involve me making another set of plans and instructions or organizing another event at the expense of my peace of mind" whined Emma with an extensive eye roll

"Well your boy is having another meeting with the boss probably two days from now or even tomorrow not at the café this time though." Iris pointed out,"I believe it will be held in the hotel down fifth street." She took out her phone to be accurate, "Oh it's tomorrow to be precise and guess who has a work free day tomorrow, me and you."

"Iris you know what my answer would be, I'm really not interested in such an occasion, I don't even know if I have a dress befitting for the occasion." Not to mention the fact that Andrea was going to be there in flesh and blood, just now as she thought of him, she could feel goosebumps creep up her upper arm. Iris would not understand ,she had always been confident and had a normal life but she couldn't build a social life that she never learned to have. She had always been a school girl and just when she had the opportunity to live a little, death robbed her of her father, leaving her with a lot of responsibilities. The most important being to take care of her mother who couldn't handle her father's death well. It was this situation that brought her to the café even after having a degree in accounting from Stanford, she had to be close to home and she was content with the pay. She couldn't ask for more.

From the look on Emma's face Iris had already known her thoughts. "Listen Emma you need to acknowledge the fact that whatever happened isn't your fault and that you deserve a lot more than you think. Your family is lucky to have you and as much as it is your responsibility to take care of your mum, it is her responsibility to let you live your life." She said while walking closer to Emma, she put a hand on her shoulder and said, "You've lived to please others and worked hard more than anyone I know, you owe this to yourself to be happy". Emma thought it through for a while and even she couldn't deny the fact that Iris was right but she still couldn't make spontaneous plans so she told her that she would think about it knowing that Iris would understand not to bother her again.

He had been staring at her from across the room, her heart in her hand as he walked through the dance floor to meet her. His left hand holding the small of her back as he drew her closer to him with a gentle nudge. He leaned in for a kiss, his right hand travelling from her back to her neck until he cupped her chin, his fingers trailed lines over her lips and when she could not take the torture anymore she lifted herself up on her toes to meet his kiss, her lips were just as hungry as his but they started a slow dance on each others lips taking time to learn every corner until she heard her name ever so faintly, she was sure it wasn't this man because he didn't know her name but someone was definitely calling EMMA!

"Child, you are still asleep. You would be late again today, wouldn't you?" said her mum standing by her room door. She turned to her side and said with a drawl ,"No mum, I have the day off."

"Oh that's wonderful, do you have any plans for today or just sitting at home with your nose in a book that we both know you do not read." She looked at her in a concerned way. "Emma, I know you feel the need to look after me 24/7 but I assure you I'm better than you think." Emma looked up to talk and saw her mum's cheeks light up and she knew something was up so she waited for her mum to open up. "Emma I have a friend or at least I think so."

"Mum" she exclaimed dramatically with her hand covering her mouth as she sat up on her bed and gave her a reassuring smile. "Spill the tea."

"Okay, there's someone I have been talking to. Mr. Smith from across the street, he's a handsome elderly man and sure knows how to dress. He keeps fit, I know this because I watch him jog every morning, we've waved to each other occasionally and I invited him to dinner tonight, what do you think?". Seeing her mother this way brought realization to her and she knew if not for anything she had to give them their space. She told her mum that she was okay with her decision and she wouldn't be disturbing her that night. She made up her mind to go to the dinner tonight with Iris and have fun, so she placed a call through to Iris to tell her of her recent plans and get info on where they should meet so they could go to the venue together. As much as the thought of what she was going to wear plagued her, something disturbed her even more... the dream she just had and how much she wanted it to come true tonight.

She had done her hair in a different way that night, she had it up like the French ladies. The pins sure were a lot of discomfort but they suited her and gave her a lot of confidence, enough confidence to wear the short red dress that had been sitting or rather hanging pretty in her closet since last year. She hadn't ever been to an occasion that made her feel the need to dress up. She went with her usual light makeup except this time she did add more blush and a cherry lipstick to match her dress. She could count this as the seventh time she had looked at herself in her mirror and asked herself if she actually knew what she was doing. When she felt she was ready she put on her perfume and got ready to leave.

She kissed her mom on her cheek, told her to have fun and left abruptly. She got to their meeting place to see Iris there already.

"Hey, I was just about to call you to know if you had bailed on me, Oh my God you look so different today, is this you wearing the typical thirst trap dress? Girl, you took this to a whole new level. It was almost difficult to recognize you for a second there." Said Iris bursting with excitement.

"Let's just go please, before I lose all interest, I hope you have called an Uber already."

"Oh well if you say so, but let's take a picture, our ride is already here though," said Iris .

They took pictures and got to their destination after about fifteen minutes. But by the time they got there the place was already buzzing with a lot of activities, it seemed like they had just made it in time to the after party. There was a lot of noise so they decided to go to the bar to get drinks.

"Excuse me, can I have one mojito and a pineapple cocktail for my friend here,"said Iris to the bartender. They looked around finding where to fit in or someone to match their vibe though Iris was already checking out the bartender. The DJ was doing a splendid job keeping the vibes in the room. The dance floor was already occupied with people that looked like they were having fun. Emma could sit down at the bar all night and be content with seeing other people do things she wasn't sure she was confident enough to do. Except for the fact that the drinks weren't coming and they had placed their order probably ten minutes ago or even more. The waiters seemed to be so busy doing one thing or the other and they kept on placing more orders for the VIP's which obviously kept the bartender on his toes.

Iris on the other hand was almost pissed off, she really needed the mojito to kick into her system and get rid of any anxiety she might have. She turned to Emma just as she said to her, "It seems everyone is too busy to attend to us". She was thinking the exact same thing and was trying her best to give Emma a possible explanation to keep her there.

The evening had been so busy for Andrea, he had shaken a lot of hands and received a lot of congratulations on the opening of his new club. This after party was supposed to be him having fun with a lot of ladies and nothing else, probably a drink here or there but he needed to be sober. There was nothing much, the ladies were dancing in the VIP lounge where he was but he seemed to be distracted by something else- someone else. He had scanned the room in expectancy all night but whatever he was looking for seemed to elude him until he noticed the small figure at the bar. She seemed to be in high spirits today and in a very seductive red dress but he didn't mind being the object of her seduction. Before he could think twice about what he was going to do, he walked across the room towards the figure that captivated him, he lifted her up from her chair and swirled her into a dance on the dance floor he placed his left hand on her back and with his right hand he pulled her into him and eased her into a slow dance to match the music that was playing. It was 'Fire on fire' by Sam Smith.

Emma was stunned, too stunned to speak. Infact, she just obliged to whomever this man was that had swirled her to the dance floor. He smelled so nice and masculine, all she could do was bury her face on his chest. To be honest she just didn't have the guts to look someone with such a perfect build in the eye. This man could be the man of her dreams and she could not afford to let any mistakes spoil this moment that she wished would last forever. She subconsciously danced to the tune and followed his steps. It was more like he was guiding her to dance. The man towering above her was gentle and just when she felt she had control and composite over herself he whispered something in her ear that she could only make out as, "You wanted this all evening didn't you." She shook her head in disagreement subconsciously but he continued with, "You wore this dress to tempt me, you called for me without words and even now you know what you are doing, you have been taunting me all evening." The voice sounded familiar in its richness and deepness. She looked up to meet the eyes she had dreamed of not so long ago. She was distracted and lost a step that almost got her to the floor. Andrea caught her and for what seemed like hours, he held her in that position somewhat forcing her to look into his eyes much longer. He put her on her feet and apologized for causing any embarrassment while reassuring her of how safe she was with him. Funny enough she didn't need his words to describe to her how she felt in his arms or how good his arms felt on her body. She nodded speechlessly and continued dancing with him. During their second dance, an usher walked up to them with a tray of drinks and Emma could not refuse, at least not in Andrea's presence, she had to show him how tough her liquor was and she couldn't bear to show any hint of weakness. She gulped the drink just the way Andrea gulped his and when he asked if she was sure she could still dance she invited him to the dance floor this time around. No one, not even him, could mess with her pride and even though she was beginning to feel light headed, it did not matter as long as she was dancing with him. As they swirled and danced Andrea noticed Emma loosen up and become a little bit heavier in his arms with every turn. Emma didn't really have an idea of whatever was going on in the room, she was only aware when Andrea put her hands over his shoulder and pulled her in. By God how he loved the way she just rested on him, he knew she was probably wasted but he felt that for her to lean on him in such a manner meant she trusted him. But she was also heavy and he took this as a sign to retire to his hotel room because he could not trust her to get home safely.