Part 9 (1/2)

Chapter 11.

It took a while for Miranda found a job. Finally she managed to land herself a job working as a receptionist in a five star hotel. She had been there for two month. It paid well and kept her busy. Her boss Jonathan was nice enough. He seemed to have taken an interest in her, which didn't sit well with Miranda. He never initiated anything just offering her work advantages where only she would be rewarded. Employees that had been there a lot longer than her weren't given the same opportunities and this made Miranda an outcast. Everybody believing she was f.u.c.king the boss.

Whatever, Miranda didn't need them. They could have their cigarette breaks and b.i.t.c.h to their hearts content. Miranda was very lonely. Missing Alec so much it hurt. She would think of him when alone in her bed and how he would drive her crazy with l.u.s.t. Soon enough she would be touching herself remembering how he would make her scream from pleasure. Her climax would never compare to when she would o.r.g.a.s.m by Alec's unforgiving touch, she was always left with a sense of emptiness.

Working one night dressed in her uniform, a tight blue skirt that reached her knees, a beige blouse and black sensible heals, Miranda saw a familiar face. Her heart skipped a beat.

”Well h.e.l.lo there stranger.” Miranda was caught off guard.

”Um good evening sir. Do you have a reservation?” she asked using her best professional voice.

”Hey Miranda it's me Ethan! Don't you remember? We were at the charity function together?” He looked very handsome with his blond hair and blue eyes. He wore a designer suit and had a killer smile.

”Of course, nice to see you again Ethan.” Miranda actually shook, a little afraid if Alec found out she was talking to Ethan. Stop thinking Miranda! Alec is isn't in your life anymore. He didn't want you remember?

”You working here?” He asked with a killer smile.

”Yeah well gotta earn a living.” Miranda couldn't shake the feeling that Alec would be furious, she remembered the way Alec punished her for talking to Ethan at the fundraiser.

”Well my dear you look stunning. Let me take you to lunch.” Ethan and his million dollar smile.

”Thanks Ethan but rules are clear we cannot date our clients,” hoping he wouldn't push this topic.

”Is that it or are you dating somebody? I heard you and Alec had broken up months ago. He actually told me to find you and give it a go?” Miranda's heart dropped.

”He said that?” f.u.c.k Miranda let it go. ”Yeah well that's life ay?”

”So what happened between you two?” Miranda didn't want to discuss this with him.

”You know Alec when he's done he's done. Guess I wasn't his type,” hopefully Ethan would drop it.

”Shame. But I guarantee you're very much my type.” He gave her a wicked smile.

”I'm flattered Ethan really, but I'm not looking to be with anybody. I'm sorting myself out.” She was really uncomfortable talking about dating especially with Ethan. She couldn't believe Alec had told him to look for her! f.u.c.k him! f.u.c.k him for f.u.c.king up her life.

”Hey I understand. It's lunch not marriage... Please.” He clapped his hands together pretending to be praying. Miranda laughed.

”Mr. Cunningham I'm glad you made it.” Jonathan's voice came from behind Miranda.

”Ah Mr. Riley, nice to finally meet you.”

”Please call me Jonathan, I hope Miranda's been of a.s.sistance.” They shook hands.

”Problem is Jonathan that Miranda won't have lunch with me. Seems that it's an issue with work.” Miranda looked disbelievingly at Ethan.

”Yes well Mr. Cunningham it's kind of a rule regulation.” Jonathan wasn't too keen on Miranda going with Ethan it would seem.

”Mmmm could be a deal breaker there Jonathan. Maybe I should use my business elsewhere.”

”No no let's not be rash. I'm sure we can make an exception this one time.”

”Great! I like doing business with a man who knows how to strike a deal. Okay Jonathan book us in for the conference a month from today. I'll call you and talk about specifics. Miranda if you're ready?” He was waiting for her to accompany him. s.h.i.+t this was not right.

Miranda looked at Jonathan who was obviously not happy with the arrangement. ”Its fine Miranda you can go to lunch with Mr. Cunningham.” Miranda looked apologetically at Jonathan.

”How bout we make it an early mark,” f.u.c.k Ethan was lethal! A man who didn't take no for an answer.

”Of course Sir as you wish.” Jonathan was not amused. Miranda shook her head as she grabbed her bag and went with Ethan. Her instincts were on alert, something didn't sit well.

”That's not fair Ethan,” she said when he grabbed her arm softly as they made their way out. His car was waiting for him, the valet returned his keys. A Porsche it had to be a f.u.c.king Porsche. ”Ethan I'm not sure this is a good idea.” She really didn't want to get in the car with him.

”Miranda would you feel better if you drove? I'm not going to bite. There's a nice little Italian place around the corner. It's all but five minutes.” Miranda felt like she was being juvenile.

”Okay okay.” Getting in the car Miranda prayed she had made the right decision.

Watching Ethan take the wheel Miranda relaxed a little. He really was attractive. ”Do you like what you see?” He teased. Miranda smiled.

”Full of yourself much?” He laughed.

”My dad's right he said you had the most adorable dimple when you smile.”

”Flattery will get you nowhere with me Ethan. Give it up. That was awful how you treated Jonathan.”

”You have to play hard ball if you wanna get somewhere in life. Live hard, play hard that's my motto.”

Finally reaching their destination, he was a perfect gentlemen opening her door and holding her hand as they made their way to be seated. The owner knew Ethan so they received special treatment.

”This is exquisite Franco you really are the best chef in town.” Franco bowed his head at the compliment.

”Let me take a picture of the love birds.” Franco said to Miranda's absolute horror.

”Oh we're not ...” Miranda was interrupted by Ethan, ”That's a great idea Franco! Here take it off my phone.” He moved close to Miranda and put his cheek to hers for the shot. Miranda wanted to pull away.

”Say spaghetti.” Franco took the shot. Ethan turned and looked at Miranda bringing his hand to her lip. Instinctively she pulled back.

”Got sauce on your lip.” He brushed his thumb over her lip as Franco snapped another shot.

Miranda grabbed a napkin and wiped her mouth. Excusing herself and going to freshen up. This was a bad idea, she really didn't want to be here.

Returning to the table Ethan had ordered dessert. ”I'm full Ethan,” she said hoping he would get the picture that she didn't want to be there.

”Okay one bite, you won't regret it. Franco makes the best Panna cotta.”