Sin & Salvation

Chapter 4

Pulling into the parking lot, the water the restaurant overlooks sparkles from the city lights across the way. A young man who I assume is the valet is already waiting for us as we pull up. Brett gets out of the car and stops the attendant who is about to open my door.

I hate when he makes it a point to not allow a single man to help me in any way. Brett comes around to my side to open the door and takes my hand when I step out, my engagement ring glittering, screaming to everyone, that I'm his.

The hot, summer air warms my skin as we start walking towards the doors. An older couple walks out and the strong smell of garlic and seafood hits me. My stomach growls reminding me I haven't eaten since breakfast.

I'm glad I didn't put on any blush tonight because my face is still flushed as we pass the couple. Instinctively, I put my head down hoping that they can't read the 'I TOTALLY JUST CAME' practically written on my forehead.

Brett opens the door for me and we walk into the lobby. He turns to me and whispers in my ear, "I gotta run to the bathroom quick, wait here." I give him a confused look while he walks away.

Why is he going already?

Sensing my confusion, I see him wave his fingers at me with a mischevious grin. The same fingers that were in my pussy just 10 minutes ago.

I giggle, probably a little too loud, causing people to stare, so I quickly compose myself. Let me just look around and pretend to admire the lobby. A large crystal chandelier hangs from the middle of the ceiling. There's a curved staircase to our left and past the hostess Floor to ceiling windows line the circular restaurant, providing an unobstructed view of the city and the river separating it from us.

After a minute, Brett walks out and hooks his arm through mine. We go up to the hostess who immediately stiffens as she realizes who is approaching. When Brett closes big deals or decides to take me out for dinner, we usually end up here. It's one of his favorite places, as it is mine.

He rarely invites me out with his coworkers, for reasons I'm not sure I care to know. But it's been awhile and I'm hoping I don't get groped and ogled by half of them like usual.

"Hawke, party of 7."

She nervously types the information into the computer and when she finds his reservation, we're lead to our table. I can feel the stares of men and women as we walk past, judging me. I'm anxiously running through the reasons why they might be staring.

Fat? Pretty? Slutty? Ugly?

Brett must sense my discomfort because he slips his arm around my waist and pulls me in closer to him. It quiets the anxious voice in my head and makes me feel safe. I lean into him as we walk and silently thank him.

We're seated at a large round table away from everyone near the windows and he pulls out my chair for me to sit. I give the hostess a warm smile and thank her since Brett never does.

Our waiter begins to walk over and the first thing I notice is how cute he is. As he approaches the table, I attempt to make minimal eye contact so as not to alarm the psychopath next to me. Brett begins asking the waiter for his recommendations on white wine and I tune him out wondering when the others will show up.

I've already met the two couples coming tonight and I'm excited to be able to talk to the wives about how insufferable our men are without them listening. The only person I haven't met is Silas. I'm curious if he's anything like the last guy who was in his position.

Brett had to fire him because he was constantly harassing the women in the office and myself when he would see me. Brett is certainly the jealous type, and even though he was an old college friend, HR was getting too many complaints, and his constant comments towards me finally pushed Brett over the edge.