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Sedução (Seduction). And CLICK HERE to pre-order your copy today!!!
As
Victor stood in line with the others, confusion spread across his face. What
was going on? A second later, the door that led from the kitchen to the dining
area flew open and in walked the hotel’s general manager, followed by a white
woman wearing a navy blue gown and long, white gloves. She was pretty in a
plastic surgery kind of way. Her tanned, taut skin and obviously-bleached blond
hair alluded to the fact that she was much older than she wanted to appear. Her
face was stoic as her eyes roamed the kitchen staff. That is, until she fixed
them on Victor. When her gaze met his, her eyebrows lifted ever so slightly and
then she let her eyes glide over his entire person.
His
facial hair belied his age, made him appear older, but she could tell he was
much younger than her… and she liked that.
She
shifted her focus to the chef and offered him her hand. Before she could speak,
the hotel’s manager said, “This is Mrs. Jennings. She wanted to pay compliments
for her meal.”
Mrs.
Jennings smiled as she firmly gripped the older man’s hand. “Yes, it was
absolutely divine, Chef. The best meal I’ve had in ages. And the service was
impeccable.” She released his hand and turned to the manager. “I do have a
question for you, though.”
He
nodded vigorously. “Yes?”
She
slowly sauntered over to where Victor stood, her eyes trained on him. “Why is
this young man not on the wait staff?”
“Uh-um…”
he stuttered, turning to face the chef who shrugged in response. “I’m not sure.
He is new here.”
She
tilted her perfectly made-up face to the side and said, “He would make a good
addition. He would certainly brighten things up out there.” She reached for his
hand. “What is your name, young man?”
Victor
understood English well, but the sudden attention had taken him aback, so he
stared at the woman’s outstretched hand and remained mute.
“Falar!”
the manager said gruffly, which translates to “speak” in English.
“Does
he not speak English?” Mrs. Jennings said in horror, as if she weren’t in
Brazil and the national language was not Portuguese.
“Yes,
I do,” Victor said softly. “My name is Victor.”
She
smiled, raised her hand a little to remind him that it was there.
He
took her hand in his and squeezed gently.
Mrs.
Jennings pulled away, her eyes glued to the young man. “Victor, how nice.
Hmm, I’d like for him to serve me in my suite tonight, that is, if he is
available. I’m willing to compensate him myself. Would you like that, Victor?”
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