After leaving the car to be parked by the Valet, I hooked my arm through Zachariah’s at the elbow. The place was lit up with lights and it was so tall, I couldn’t see the top of the building form the sidewalk. This restaurant screamed money.
Along the sidewalk was a line of people waiting to be let in, who were all dressed as nicely as we were. Zach bypassed them, walking right up to the front where a man in a work uniform stood with a clipboard.
“Reservation for four,” Zachariah said.
“Go right on in, Mr. Melendez,” the bouncer said, opening the door open for us to enter.
“Let me guess, you own this place?” I asked.
“I own many places, my sweet,” he said, winking down at me.
My husband was one of many powerful men in this town, so I shouldn’t have been all that surprised that he owned this place among others.
“I just haven’t shown you off enough for everyone here to know who you are to me. Given time, everyone will know exactly who you are and you will get the same treatment wherever you wish to go in this town,” he said as a waiter led us to the back of the place.
That was not what I wanted, and I gave him a look. He simply shrugged at me, not at all concerned about that.
“I want to show you off, and to do that, people who will know who you are,” he stated.
Inside, the carpet was a dark red color that blended in nicely with the oak tables that were covered with white cloths and matching chairs.
Although the inside was as antique looking as the outside, it was extravagant. There were a number of people sitting about eating their meals as we made our way to the table.
Once at the table, Zachariah held the chair out for me before taking his own seat beside me.
“Is there anything I can get you?” the waiter asked.
“Just four glasses of water to start, please,” Zachariah said.
“Perfect,” the waiter replied before walking off.
“Do I want to know how many other places you own?” I asked, trying to appear as if I fit in here. I felt out of place.
“Probably not,” Zachariah laughed. “This one is not as fancy as some of the other places. But I thought this would be one of the few places you’d enjoy food wise.”
“You know you don’t have to impress me,” I told him as he took his own seat.
“Oh, I know,” he said, a smile spreading across his lips. “But I want to. I want to show the world that you are mine. They have to know that my heart is taken by the most beautiful woman alive.”
At his words, my cheeks flooded in color, causing him to laugh before leaning in and kissing my cheek lightly.
“I missed that blush,” he whispered.
Before I could reply, Travis and Kenna both arrived, taking their seats. It still amazed me how their relationship was conducted and how they worked so well together. Kenna was a Mistress and Travis was her sub. I never would have imagined him to be that way, and it was still a little strange to see it now.
“Hello, Avidya,” Kenna said my way after taking her seat. “How are you today?”
“Doing pretty well,” I answered. I wasn’t nearly as nervous as I was the first time we had a double date, thank goodness.
“Good,” she smiled. “You two getting along these days?”
“Why wouldn’t we?” Zachariah asked.
“Just wondering,” she shrugged.
“How are you two doing?” I asked.
“Really good,” Kenna answered. “Travis here got in trouble for talking today when I told him not to, so please excuse his lack of doing so now.”
