Help me to love again (finished)

Chapter 8: «Stay a good pet and you'll be fine»

Pete

It's 11 p.m. when I finally manage to take some time to drink a glass of water. My colleague Samantha welcomed new clients and pointed them out to me. They are two rich young men, who I think must be close to my age.

- Can you serve them? I have to make a phone call!

I take a quick look at the two young men. I realize that there is one staring at me insistently. Here, I am easy prey to observe. Young restaurant patrons only have their eyes on me. It is true that my parents made me a real work of art. Many boys are interested in me here and often ask me for my phone numbers. But as I am condemned to belong to Porsche, I refuse all these requests, saying that I have a boyfriend.

I sigh while mumbling:

- Yeah, no worries.

Samantha thanks me quickly before heading back to the restaurant. She takes out her phone and is already starting to use it, probably to make her call. I take my pen and my notebook before turning to the table of the two young men and walking towards them.

As I get closer to them, I can see how well-dressed they are and how well off they look. While envying them, I scrutinize them carefully. They're both dark-haired with black eyes, looking about my size. They have pale skin, very white but without it being ugly...on the contrary, it looks like they have, like me, porcelain skin, delicate and very sensitive to the slightest touch.

Even if Porsche forbids me to have fantasies about the boys I meet in everyday life, I can't help but find the one on my left, stunningly beautiful. He is dressed in a black suit with a white shirt and a necklace around his neck. Very sexy...

When Porsche is not working with me, I am very happy to be able to spend an evening, like that, to be able to think what I want and watch who I want. I'm not telling you, dear reader, how tense I can be when he's there, near me. As soon as he has the opportunity, he watches what I do and that worries me deeply because at the slightest mistake to make, I end up being yelled at or even beaten sometimes, when Porsche estimates that I I exceeded his limits.

I stop in front of the tables of the two handsome boys and try not to look intimidated when I feel the white shirt stare at me, staring at me. I focus my attention on the one to my right.

-Good evening sirs! What would you like to take?

It is the colleague of the handsome kid in the white shirt who will answer very politely.

- Good evening sir! I'll take you a starter, a main course and a dessert but without taking a menu. It's possible?

I answer mechanically:

- Yes, sir, absolutely.

Handsome Man in the white shirt seems happy.

- Oh, that's perfect! Me too then! Are you starting Kim?

The so-called Kim takes the floor.

- I'll take you imperial caviar on a bed of toast and its duck mousse as a starter. For the main course, a seafood platter with French fries. For dessert, I will see later...Vegas? Yours!

I take notes quickly. Heart pounding, I direct my gaze towards the charming Vegas which does not take my eyes off it. I give him a brief, shy look. Seeing that he takes a long time to answer, I say:

-Sir? Your choice...please...

Mr. Vegas looks down at his menu, no doubt realizing that I know he's staring at me. He says :

- I'll take the same as my friend, please.

I take note.

-As you wish, sir. Would you like something to drink while waiting for the dishes?