Chapter 4 It Is A Pleasure To Meet You

• MAEVE DANIELL
• What was I thinking! I'm out of my mind.
• When that night was over, I took a cab home. I was still getting messages and messages from men making me very interesting proposals. Some were very old people, others were very different from me, with "peculiar" tastes.
• When I got home and entered my house, I started to answer some messages. But the one
• that caught my attention the most was the one from Nathaniel, but how was I going to tell him that I wasn't 25 years old but 18?
• That's the problem with lying, but I didn't think I was going to get so many messages, and it wasn't like we were going to get married or be boyfriend and girlfriend, it was just a give and take job. I was still undecided about what to do, but what I was determined on was that I needed money, but not a few dollars that I could get paid as a waitress.
• With Nathaniel we had started a conversation, first from the app and then passing our phone numbers to each other. I was so scared, but at the same time so expectant of what was going to happen.
• That, without almost avoiding it, made me feel between sacred and in expectation of what was going to happen, but what was more than clear was that I was going to do it. I had to do it.
• When I got home, after paying for the cab, I went into my house, took off my heels and threw them everywhere and then headed for the stairs. My mother's maiden apartment was a two- story mini pent-house. When I got to my room I just let myself fall into bed, but when I was about to fall into a deep sleep I had to get up to remove my make-up.
• ***
• When I get to that restaurant, my body trembles. In fact, I almost can't walk because I'm so nervous.
• That boy had summoned me to the most expensive restaurant in all of Los Angeles, I dressed in a white dress with black dots that came down to my knees, my hair loose and a faux fur vest and a pair of low white stilettos and a brown Louis Vuitton purse.
• “Hello, good afternoon... I am Maeve, you are waiting for me with Mr. Nathaniel.”
• “Yes, Miss, please follow me.”
• I nod my head and start to follow her, to my surprise the restaurant was empty, could it be that the man had booked this entire restaurant for today?
• That girl guided me to one of the tables in the VIP area. To my surprise I was alone.
• “Please sit down, Mr. Nathaniel is on his way, he had an unforeseen event, but he is on his way.”
• “All right.”
• One of the waiters pulls my chair back, and I sit down to wait.
• A few minutes later I hear the door open, as my back is to it, I turn around and see a guy dressed in an Armani suit, but not just any guy, Nathaniel O'Donel! The richest man in the entire business sector, rich in every way.
• That guy, he was tall, blue eyes, light brown hair, shaped nose, small but plump lips, he has a sexy beard which made him look more than handsome, white and creamy skin, to my surprise I can see a little of his tattoo, not much, but I can see it, which makes me curious to take off that expensive suit. Like in the O'Donel family they had some kind of beauty gene and being super sexy.
• “Hi Maeve, how are you? I'm sorry I'm late, I had an inconvenience.”
• “It's all right, Mr. O'Donel. I get up, dead nervous, dragging the chair causing a big noise. Please sit down.”
• I nod my head to do so, pulling the chair back towards me. Nathaniel sits across from me.
• He stares at me and bites his lower lip.
• Oh my goodness, what a sexy man He's such a panty-wetter!
• “Are you hungry?”
• “ Yes.”
• The next thing I see surprisingly is Nathaniel snapping his fingers and thousands of waiters coming in with plates of food and then setting them down on the large rotating table in front of us.
• “I don't know what you like, and I don't like to wait... so I ordered the whole menu, I hope you like it.”
• “Y-yes... th-thank you very much," she stammered, nervous as if she were a fool, what would that adonis think! Although, to tell the truth, this man left anyone speechless, regardless of sex.
• “No problem... One of the waiters puts a plate in front of us.”
• “What do you want to eat? One of the waiters with gloves on his hands and silver tongs in his hand does not speak.
• “I'll have... Lasagna and a Domaine de La Romanée-Conti wine. Maeve, do you drink wine?”
• Seat, wait... You ordered a Domaine de La Romanée-Conti? The bottle of that wine was worth almost $10,000. I had never, ever tasted it in my life, of course if it's worth the same as a semester at my university.
• “What do you want to eat Maeve?”
• “I'd like BBQ ribs, fries, please.”
• The waiter nods and proceeds to serve us, only for me... he gives me some kind of plastic hand glove so I don't get my hands dirty.
• “Thank you.”
• Without being able to avoid it, my eyes fall on that man... But it was more my bad luck when our gazes collided. He and I had never shared such a direct look in what we had been in that restaurant. Without meaning to, I blush immediately but I can't look away. My world, or the world as such stops and I feel my heart beating wildly, that boy licks his lips and stares at me, he looks at me desirously, and I die of desire to remove my panties which already have to be more than soaked.
• If you keep looking at me like that, I'm going to put all this food aside and fuck you, I'll make you mine like you've never been fucked before, and I'll leave you sore, just so you'l
• remember me. I can just imagine how wet you must be. I could only imagine the taste of your lips and how delicious you would look on your knees sucking my cock.
• My heart beats like crazy in my chest, and I can't help but swallow thickly.