Page 7 of Carnal Desire
Normally, I would slip her my business card and tell her to call me if she wants to fuck, but now I have a submissive. I’m exclusive, which was one our ground rules. All play time will be withLost Angeland all her playtime will be with me.
No exceptions.
“Welcome to Laila’s of Chicago, how may I help you?” she asks, batting her eyes at me.
She definitely wants to fuck. Although she looks young, maybe mid-twenties, her voice is sultry and smooth. The kind of voice I’d love to hear screaming my name.
I return her smile, and a pretty red blush stains her cheeks. “I have a reservation. Brian Hamm.”
She opens the reservation book and with her finger scrolls through the pages. “There it is.” She closes the book. “Mr. Mason is already seated. Follow me.”
She steps from behind the podium, and escorts me inside the restaurant. Every time I come here the décor and view always floors me. Laila out did herself with the design. It’s one of the most beautiful restaurants I’ve ever seen.
Rectangular lanterns with elaborate designs cut into the thin black metal hang from the ceilings, and in the evening, which I think is the best time to dine here, they bathe the dining room tables and booths in a golden glow.
Countless number of faux purple cherry blossoms cover the ceilings and at night a dim purple hue radiates over the entire space. And to top it off, the floor-to-ceiling windows, no matter where you are seated, allow the patrons to look out over the city. At night that view is even more spectacular. It looks like a never-ending pasture filled with shimmering candles from up here.Laila’s of Chicagois one of my favorite places to dine.
Maybe onceLost Angel and I meet in person, I can bring her here.
When I reach the table in a secluded area of the restaurant, but still with an immaculate view of the city, Elijah is waiting. He stands with his hand outstretched, and I grasp it. “It’s good to see you, Brian. Thank you for meeting me.”
“It’s good to see you too, man. It’s been a while.”
I haven’t been going to Club Desire that often when I’m in town. I just didn’t have it in me to go by myself. I’m getting tired of the random women. That’s why I joined, Carnal Desire.
“It has,” he says. “Have a seat.”
I pull out the chair, unbutton my blazer, and sit. Before we can continue the waitress approaches the table. She pours ice water into both of our glasses, then hands each of us a menu which Elijah waves away.
“What do you recommend?” I ask, Elijah, handing the menu back to the waitress.
“You’re in luck, Laila has just added a new item to the menu.”
“Then I’ll have that,” I say to the waitress with a wink causing her to blush.
“Make those two specials,” Elijah says.
The waitress writes our order on her notepad.
“And what would you like to drink?” she asks.
“Fresh pineapple juice with a splash of cranberry juice on ice,” I say.
“The same for me,” Elijah responds.
“Okay.” The waitress stuffs her notepad into the pocket of her black apron. “I’ll be back with your drinks and meal.”
She walks away and I turn my attention to Elijah.
“This place blows me away every time I’m here, man. I especially love it at night.”
He can’t keep the pride off his face if he wanted too.
“I’ll pass your compliments to Laila. She’s thinking about opening another location in Dubai.”
“Damn. I hope it works out. That would be a great place to open a restaurant.”
He nodded. “I think so too, but that’s not why I asked you here.”
