Chatper 907: Part 1
Another ‘social event’ had come up that required me to don a suit coat and make myself extra handsome arm candy for the lady. This time however it was more personal than the charity wine tasting, this was an extravagant dinner for the employees of her dental practice and she was the hostess. She decided to hold her first annual dinner and “state of the business” meeting where she would be talking about the future, handing out accolades and distributing bonuses. I sensed just a hint of anxiousness about the gathering but I was not sure if it was because I would be introduced to her colleagues or if it was because she had to lead the event. Could have been a little of both. I was fully prepared to just look good and say nothing as the lady and her junior partner ran the show.
The chosen restaurant was definitely upscale and impressive, plus they had more than 17 chairs in total. The room we were in was a private dining area with large glass French doors, racks of expensive-looking wine bottles, a serving station and a long table with numerous chairs on either side. Instead of a Michelin star the chef here had to a settle for being a repeat James Beard award winner. I didn’t really know what either of those things meant but it must be a big achievement in cooking for the number of times I heard or saw indications of it. The meal would be 3 courses starting with roasted brussel sprouts & oyster mushrooms, a gem salad and some type of meatball. The second course included your choice of a locally sourced confit chicken, tomahawk ribeye or fresh made house pasta, each with their own set of side dishes and extras. Dessert was a chocolate “pot de crème” bar. No I did not retain all that in my memory; I kept the paper menu they provided each guest. The lady can’t take me anywhere nice. The food actually came later; I just wanted to get all that out of the way.
The lady, who was somehow looking even more beautiful than normal with straight hair versus curly and a black dress with a heart shaped open back, was seated at the head of the table, me to her left and her minority partner to her right. I specifically requested a place that left my gun hand free and unabated, old habits die hard and some shouldn’t die at all. The staff in attendance totaled 11 people on top of the two owners, and many of them had brought guests of their own. Most, if not all of them, were also women. The employees I mean not the entire group in the dining room. Seems the lady was a very generous employer, pro-woman and pro-significant other. I wondered in the moment if the last part was true 2 months ago, when she was single and focused only on her daughter and work. There was a lot of chatter and merriment, a few fun stories, some accolades and jabs in good fun and a couple speeches. Not one moment of which was relatable or interesting to me, not that it was supposed to be. She announced that under her profit sharing initiative each person would be receiving a deposit on Monday morning as well as an email with the amount and other details. There were a lot of happy and surprised faces as I don’t believe anyone knew this was coming. Well, I did but did not care because she wasn’t paying me for my services. Although come to think of it a nice bonus would… no… never mind.
After the profit sharing fanfare she introduced me and asked me to stand up. I did not foresee this happening; I thought I was just there to make her look better and throat strike anyone who sat on her car. She said “I am sure some of you have all been wondering who this is… this is the man I spend most of my time with when not at the office. And I am sure before long you will see him at the office a lot too.” I just stood there sort of nodding with everyone looking at me, saying hello and welcoming me to the dental family. I decide to take action. I picked up my water glass and offered a toast to the lady and her guests: “Here's to this water, wish it were wine, Here's to you Darling, thankful you’re mine. Here’s to your loved ones, faithful and true. And here’s to good fortune for each one of you.” That was literally the only ready-to-go toast that I knew that did include insults or curse words. It went over well and the lady had a noticeably larger smile on her face than before the toast. A large bright smile I believe everyone at the table could not help but notice. The lady loves it when I am extra-charming; she says it reminds of her the night we met. She waived her magic hand and the restaurant staff came in with wine bottles ready to pour, and then returned to serve the first course.
Between courses the lady’s business partner asked me what I do for a living. I really have to come up with a good answer for this question as it seems to be how most people identify themselves and how they quantify others. I just said “I am a gigolo who only services the dental industry”, got the laugh I expected and said “I work in protective services” and left it at that. There was a lot of conversation throughout the night, but most of it was surface topics. Overall the people at the table seemed to enjoy themselves and the lady was once again right in her element. Slowly but surely the dining room emptied out, the wait staff removed the plates and glasses and the lady signed a piece of paper that no doubt had a large number on it. We lingered for just a bit then walked over to the bar portion of the restaurant for a drink before we too set out for home. Of course by home I mean her home. She was very thankful for my attendance and said the toast was both unexpected and exceedingly sweet. She had never been referred to “darling” before and she liked it.
Once we were out of our dressy attire and settling in for some bedroom relaxation she asked if I would be disappointed if tonight we just held each other and went to sleep. I told her of course not, this relationship is more than just amazing frequent mutually satisfying mind blowing sex. She giggled and settled her head into her pillow. In a short amount of time we were both asleep. As I was dropping off to dreamland it occurred to me that this was the first get together since we finally started having physical relations that we went to bed without a physical act of intimacy. Or maybe, just laying there holding one another was all the intimacy we needed.
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