by Harri-chan » Thu Jan 27, 2011 7:36 am
"What am I doing? Getting us a good table? A bottle of free champagne? Men like looking at yours more than mine", she shrugged, her palms gently patting the outer sides of both breasts, sending a jiggling sensation through them both. "Stand straight, Erica, they stick out more", she said as a soft ding sounded and the doors of the elevator opened. The restaurant had huge glass windows all around, so it was very light inside. The floorboard were pine wood, and so were the tables and chairs, the latter apolstered with black leather. In the centre was a circular bar with a black marble counter. The views were stunning, the ocean on one side, the city on the other. The red-haired girl led Michael out of the elevator, and they were greeted by a guy in his late twenties, wearing a pale blue shirt and black pants, with short blonde hair. Before he could speak, Erica's friend had started talking. "Hi. I'm Faye Delauney, and this is Ms. Erica Hart. We have a table booked for lunch". Just as Faye had said, the guy's eyes were drawn straight to Michael's impressive cleavage, and his mouth fell open slightly. "S-Sure. Follow me, Ladies".
There guy signalled to the bar, and then led the two women through the restaurant, picking up two menus along the way. There were lots of potted plants around, making it almost seem like you were outside. Reaching a table by the window that over looked the city, the guy pulled out chairs for Erica and Faye, and set the menus on the table. Seconds later, a young girl in the same pale blue shirt but with a short black skirt arrived. She set a wine glass infront of Erica and Faye, and then handed a bottle to the blonde guy before leaving. "A bottle of our finest champagne, ladies", he smiled, popping off the cork and filling their glasses. "Please enjoy your lunch". Setting the bottle down in the middle of the table, he went back to greet new arrivals.
"See? Works everytime", grinned Faye once the blonde guy had gone. She lifted up ger glass and took a sip of champagne, but suddenly almost choked on it as she glanced around the restaurant, "Oh my god, I think that's Curtis Donovan over there!", she gasped. Her wide green eyes were staring across to a table where a tall, very muscled guy was sat. He had a short brown mohawk hairstyle, the sleeves of his green shirt were tight around his biceps, and the top buttons were open to show a little of his wide chest. He was sat with a much thinner guy that wore a grey suit and had glasses.