The Love Of Money - S01 E271

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The Love Of Money - S01 E271

Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 271

William got his own food, and we talked a little about what he'd be doing in the States... about how he was looking for a place of employment and already had a few different job offers. I wasn't exactly sure who handled a lot of my finances—something I realized probably needed to change—but I suggested checking with them to see if they had any openings. He sounded like he was sought after, and it couldn't hurt to add that kind of talent to a team working for me... especially if it was the fiancé of one of my other employees.

The rest of the conversation went well. It turned out that we didn't have a lot of common interests, and we certainly didn't seem like we'd become good friends, but he was interesting enough. We eventually wrapped up lunch, and he excused himself, saying he needed to finish unpacking his stuff and getting moved in. Moments after he left, Camille came out to pick up our dishes.

"Your fiancé seems nice," I said. "It looks like you did well."

Camille looked after the direction William had disappeared and then cast her gaze back at me. "Oh, he's nice. Perhaps a little too nice, sometimes."

She gave me a small, mysterious smile that rivaled Helen. "He may be a little too well trained."

"Well," I said, a little unsure what she meant by that, "Better to have someone overly trained than not trained enough. Believe me... I've experienced it when they haven’t received enough training." My thoughts went to Jess, back when she cheated on me, and Bobbi.

"I supposed," Camille said, looking back in the direction her husband had left, and I could tell that something on her face suggested all was not right with the engaged couple. Did Erin know something about that? I'd have to ask her.

"Thanks again for lunch," I said.

"My pleasure, monsieur," my voluptuous chef said, giving me a beautiful smile filled with dimples and a wink. Then she disappeared through the door into the kitchen, leaving me wondering if Erin had possibly set me up to catch a woman about to fall out of an engagement.

Tuesday, 6:58 pm

I'd expected high-end, but nothing had prepared me for this.

The Carte Blanche was a vegan restaurant that was about as high-end as it got. It was on top of a tower that slowly rotated around so that anyone could get a view of the New York City skyline over a thirty-minute period. The walls consisted of massive fish tanks that held all sorts of aquatic life in a sort of maze that allowed for smaller rooms that held roughly four tables per enclosed space. It allowed for a feeling of intimacy while being surrounded by exotic wildlife.

Having never been to a vegan restaurant, my first impression was that they had to wow me with the ambiance because I was about to be underwhelmed by the food. I'd had some decent vegan meals, but for me, nothing quite compared to a nice juicy steak dripping with juices.

After a few minutes of being led through the series of rooms and halls lined with a beautiful tapestry of fish, the hostess brought me to a table where Carla Tanaka sat alone. I stopped dead in my tracks.

Carla had pulled all the stops out tonight. I already considered her gorgeous, with her bottle blonde hair falling to the top of her big beautiful eyes. Her heart shaped face and high cheekbones. Her perfect lips that were just the right level of plumpness without them dominating her face and detracting from the rest of her lovely features. Like I said, Hiro had taken his massive resources and had spared no expense in perfecting the beauty in a way that was almost unnatural.

Tonight, though, Carla had outdone herself. She had long lashes that gently curled up, enhancing her already beautiful eyes. Her golden hair fell in glossy waves down her back. She wore a simple golden dress that drooped across her chest, displaying the top halves of enhanced breasts that were about as perfect as I'd ever seen on a woman. She wasn't toned like Tara or Chloe, nor did she have the slender firmness of Erin or Bobbi. The dress had a slit that ended just below her hip, and it fell away to expose one leg all the way to her upper thigh. She was all femininity... like a live, physical, modern-day representation of Aphrodite.

She looked up from the menu she'd been perusing and must have been pleased by my reaction because she broke out into a wide grin that didn't only show pleasure in my obvious amazement—there was a quality of 'I told you so' to the look she flashed back at me.

"Oh!" She said, looking me up and down, "Right on time and looking good! I love it!"

The hostess departed, and I took my seat across from Carla. "I don't like being late for business meetings."

"So, you like being late for dates?" Carla asked, grinning at me.

"Well, no," I protested. "I don't like being late for those either."

"So which one is this?" She asked. "Business or a date?"

"Business," I said. "You're married to Hiro Tanaka. The last thing I want is for him to hear that I'm dating his wife."

"So, you still owe me a date?"

"Wait..."

Who the hell was sitting across from me? I'd been under the impression that she was some sort of ditzy blonde, but all evidence indicated that was far from the case.

She smiled at me and said, "Relax. I know this is weird for you. This is the date you promised me, and you can chill about Hiro. He's tried to call me twice, and I've ignored it."

"You're seriously done with him?"

Carla shook her head. "He's done with me. I crossed a line. I can run up the credit card. I can talk trash about his kids. I can sleep around behind his back. The one thing I can't do is shame him publicly. He's killed two of the guys I cheated on him with because people found out about it."

"So, divorce it is, then," I concluded.

"Once he figures out he can't get to me," she said.