Serve His Needs - Encounter by Karolyn James Page B

the right, to the left corner of the restaurant, where all the businessmen usually sat.  There was always one corner booth saved and left empty, unless Alexander Porter was there.
    And sure enough, there he was, sitting with his arms out across the top of the booth.  He didn’t just look around the restaurant or even aimlessly stare.  His eyes, his dark eyes, even from their distance, were locked on Amanda.  When she made eye contact with him, Alexander Porter half smiled and winked.
    Amanda moaned and then felt the tray with the coffee, mugs, sugar, and milk slide from her hands.

 
    When Amanda regained all her senses – including the wild flood of sexual energy pouring in and out of her body thanks to Alexander Porter – she smiled and batted her eyes.
    “Glad you think this is funny.”
    Amanda then realized she was standing in front of Emilio.
    She looked at his white getup, only seeing the usual dirty spots of being a chef.  Thankfully she didn’t find a large coffee stain on his clothes.  If that were the case, it would be something that would never be lived down in the restaurant.
    On the floor, a much bigger mess waited.  Most of it was the creamer as the lid opened when it hit the floor.  The carafe, however, did its job, not wasting a drop of coffee.
    Becky came to Amanda’s aid, crouching down next to her with a few towels.
    “You okay?” Becky whispered.
    “Shit, I didn’t even see Emilio,” Amanda said back.
    “Yeah, you were eye fucking Alexander Porter.”
    Amanda’s cheeks reddened again as another wave of heat came over her.
    “I want this mess cleaned up,” Emilio said.  “We aren’t McDonald’s here.  This is a great restaurant.”
    Amanda looked up and could see the enjoyment in Emilio’s eyes; two women on their hands and knees at his feet, cleaning. 
    “What are you looking at, Mandy?” Emilio asked.  “All you do is hold this place up.  It’s a wonder why Charlie doesn’t send you packing.”
    “Don’t you have something to cook?” Becky shot at Emilio.
    Amanda admired Becky for her ability to be such a bitch.  It was like she had an internal switch that could just flip whenever she wanted it to.
    “Yeah, I do,” Emilio said.  He left the conversation end at that but not before sliding his foot forward, under one of the creamer soaked towels and flipping it towards Amanda.  It smacked her arm, splashing creamer on her silky skin.
    Amanda sighed and slowly felt herself deflating. 
    “What a fucking asshole,” Becky whispered.
    Amanda just nodded.  She tried to casually look over her shoulder at Alexander Porter.
    What the hell was she thinking?
    Did it even matter that he was here?
    It had been months now since Amanda first waited on Alexander Porter, and it had been months since she had fantasized about the sexy, suit wearing businessman.  He was tall, thick, and spoke in a clear voice that didn’t need to be mean to be commanding.  He could speak with his eyes too.  Those who joined him at the restaurant were usually on the other end of a business deal that always resulted in a firm handshake from Alexander Porter.
    Amanda had tried to investigate a little into her hot crush, learning from here-say and a Google search, that he founded an international company called Porter, Inc. which handled business mergers and acquisitions, along with several small tasks right down to financing.  It turned out the billionaire had earned so much money, he ended up buying the bank that used to finance him.  The bank hit hard times during the economy collapse and instead of switching banks, Alexander Porter came up with an undisclosed amount to not only save the bank, but actually buy it.  On top of that, he was known for buying entire neighborhoods of foreclosed properties and homes, saving people’s houses, and turning them for a profit when the time came.
    He was simply amazing, even from afar.  Her favorite quality about Alexander Porter were his eyes.