Steve Roger is down on his luck-broke college student working for peanuts bartending just to stay alive; no matter what he does, life keeps knocking him down and taking him. One night, a woman (Amelia Brandon) walks into the bar; with milk chocolate...
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{This chapter is named after Play With Me by Rendezvous At Two}
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Prime Elegance is a five-star steakhouse in the heart of Manhattan that stands as a beacon of sophistication. Its exterior, adorned with floor-to-ceiling glass windows, offered a glimpse into the warm glow that emanated from within. The entrance, flanked by sleek, metallic handles, beckoned patrons into a world of culinary elegance.
A polished brass sign proudly displayed the restaurant's name, catching the soft glow of streetlights in the evening. The façade, a blend of dark wood and granite accents, exuded a modern yet timeless charm. A neatly arranged lineup of potted plants adorned the entrance, adding a touch of greenery to the urban setting.
As patrons approached, they were greeted by the subtle aroma of grilling steaks, a tantalizing preview of the culinary delights within. The ambiance spilled out onto the sidewalk, with muffled laughter and the occasional clink of glasses, inviting passersby to step into a world of refined dining.
The restaurant's exterior seamlessly blended into the upscale surroundings of Manhattan, making it a destination for those seeking not just a meal but an experience.
Steve knows he should be used to places like this by now, but the extravagance still seems to surprise him. He held the door for Amelia; Owen followed, then Brock, who gave Steve a subtle nod. As he stepped inside the restaurant, the ambient lighting, a warm glow that danced off the polished wooden surfaces, created an inviting atmosphere. Plush leather booths lined the walls, offering a sense of privacy for each party. The low hum of chatter and the clinking of silverware set the mood for a sophisticated evening.
"You okay?" Amelia whispered, tucking her arm into Steve's elbow.
Steve looked down at her; Jesus, she looked beautiful. Sleek black thin, strapped bodycon dress molded to her body, lace bra cups with nude lining pushing her breast up, a center back slit up to her knees, and black open-toed heels. Her luscious dark hair curled into beautiful bouncing curls over her shoulders and back, her makeup natural, and her lips stained dark pink.
