The Setup

Chapter 3: The less I know the better

Briana didn't really see much of Peter or Harry after that awkward exchange.

 She wasn't intentionally trying to stay away, Briana had been working overtime at her job. She worked at one of the most upscale restaurants in the city. In truth most of the guests were entitled people with lots of money to spend on meaningless lobster dinners, overpriced steak, and huge bottles of wine and yet most of them didn't even tip 10%.

 Briana could feel herself growing tired as her black flats began to rub against the back of her heals in irritation, she knew she'd have a blister or sore in the morning, She just had a few more hours then her shift was over and she could crash into her bed and get the rest she so desperately needed.

Briana however didn't expect to see Norman Osborn and his date as she approached her new table. Their eyes locked, the most subtle smirk on his lips as if he fully intended to get her as a waitress, as if this had all been his master plan. 

 "Hi I'm Briana and I'll be your waitress today, can i start you off with something to drink? Maybe one of our classic wines" Briana felt as if she could melt into the carpet, a false smile on her nervous pale face, just waiting for the older man to respond to her. 

 "Actually me and my lady friend here know exactly what we want for the evening. Bring the table your finest bottle of Pinot Noir and we'll both be having the salmon dinner" His date didn't protest, she was a younger woman, maybe not as young as Briana but pretty damn close, her eyes sparkling through her black and grey glitter eyeshadow. 

Briana couldn't help but to wonder if this woman was his girlfriend or an escort. Norman seemed to have fun teasing Briana, keeping her on her toes and hoping to make her just a wee bit envious of the woman sitting across from him. 

 Briana and his date Krystal looked absolutely nothing alike. Krystal was a bleached blonde with brown eyes and a curved down long nose that met full large pillow like lips, every older man's sex dream. Briana was a natural girl but beautiful as ever, her hair long and slightly wavy, a dark chocolate brown, her eyes baby blue, her nose short and rounded at the tip in a button like way, her lips Cupid bows. She had a sweet face, an innocent yet beautiful and enticing look to her.

 Briana returned with the bottle of wine. "Here's that bottle for you" she smiled, uncorking it and pouring two glasses, placing the rest of the bottle on the table. "Your Salmon should be ready soon sir" she addressed him and not the girl across from him. Briana didn't think poorly of the girl, she just felt a bit uncomfortable in the situation and maybe she was just a tad jealous after all.

 As Briana went to slink back into the kitchen Norman suddenly reached out for her, wrapping his long boney fingers around her delicate wrist. Every molecule in her body felt like they were on fire, her stomach becoming a pit of dancing butterflies. 

 "I didn't dismiss you just yet" his voice seemed darker, deeper, colder. "Come here" reluctantly Briana listened to the older man, standing back at the spot she stood only a few moments ago. "I apologize sir, is there anything else i can get you?" Norman finished off his first glass of wine, his eyes intensely focusing on her. "Refill my glass" Briana could feel her blood boiling, he had some nerve to drag her back for something he could easily do himself, however the brunette didn't protest, a smile on her face as she refilled his glass. "There you go sir!" She turned to leave again but his voice called out to her. "Drink it!" She span back around confused. "I'm sorry...what?" "Drink the damn wine" he snarled. "Drink it. In front of me. Now" he was so demanding. 

Briana glanced to his date but she didn't seem to be paying much attention to the situation. "Alright" she took the glass, glancing around to make sure her boss wasn't watching as she let the pinot slide down her throat, coughing just a bit which earned a chuckle from Norman. "Good girl" he replied back. "Now go get our salmon" and just like that Briana vanished to the kitchen, serving the couple what they asked for. 

 She watched from a distance as Norman interacted with the girl across from him, she wondered if he'd take her home and fuck her, it was obvious he would, what other reason would an older man have a young beautiful girl like that if he didn't intend to get something out of it? Men like Norman made Briana grateful for sweethearts like Peter Parker. 

Briana couldn't get Norman Osborn off her mind, he tipped well too, was that intentional? Because of who she was? Who was she after all? Not anyone special...so she thought.

 Just an average girl.