Revenge Served Hot In Three Courses

By Carolyn Kenney

Tiffany Ellenberger has a predicament. The past life of her business partner, Xavier Miles has come to light between old buddies willing to make it public. From the day Tiffany spied Xavier Miles in Criminal Justice 301 at the state college, she has a physical attraction for him. They studied together but didn’t sleep together until graduation night. In the afterglow, Xavier spoke of his first love and best friend without mentioning a name. Four years after that night, a man named Quincy Warren unlocks the door to Xavier’s house and to Tiffany’s heart. He is hotter than the oven he back his special quiche. Xavier embraced his bisexuality from his early teens with Quincy in Atlanta without flaunting their affection. Tiffany wasn’t sure she could embrace their sexual relationship until she understood it was more than physical. It was love between Xavier and Quincy. That was her first ménage. It wouldn’t be her last. The relationship grows. Serge Barlow, a handsome mature arrogant millionaire from the past of Quincy and Xavier appears. The sparks fly when Serge meets Tiffany that threatens every connection in Tiffany’s life. Serge makes it impossible for Tiffany to reject any offer he makes to her. When Serge is found dead, Tiffany goes beyond her job description to prove who killed Serge.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Carolyn Kenney
• Release date: Jan 31, 2019
• ISBN: 9780463043950

Carolyn Kenney

Born in Atlanta, Georgia, Carolyn M. Kenney spent the early years of her life in Jersey, City, New Jersey. She returned to her roots in the early 1970 to attend college and be with her extended family.Carolyn landed a job with Fulton County Government's Information Technology department in 1980. She retired in 2006. Before retiring she began her studies in the design field of Residential Planning. She began her studies for Interior Design in the summer of 2006. After taking some time away to write the Karla Banninster novels, she plans to return soon.

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This book is a work of fiction. All the names, characters, incidents, settings, brands, and dialogue are drawn from the author’s imagination and are not to be construed as real. Although some of the locations may have names that resemble those of real locations, they are purely coincidental. Any similarity to actual events or person, living or dead, is entirely coincidental. The author acknowledges the trademarked status and trademarked owner of various products referred in this work of fiction which have been used without a request for permission.

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This book is dedicated to my family and dear friends who supported me throughout the writing all my books.

Dedication

Each book I write will always be dedicated to my loving late mother, Lillie because she was the catalyst for my writing. She is in my heart with every word.

Chapter One

Who are these people? I thought this is a private affair, I said fanning my face with a prototype of the menu.

They are patrons of Quincy. Why?

Where have they been hiding? I don’t remember seeing any of them here at this restaurant during the day. Are they the nighttime crew? None of them seem familiar.

They want to get the first taste of Quincy’s special recipes. His success means profits. That is my biggest concern.

Don’t worry about Quincy’s opening night at Passion. He knows what he is doing. It’s not his first and won’t be the last. Calm down. Let’s enjoy Friday night here at Delicious Eats. We are his taste testers. If this crowd of people is any sign of Quincy’s success, he will be a successful restauranteur on the opening night.

I remembered how Xavier kept pacing the floor between our four offices. Xavier mumbled something about money and moving too fast. I recognized his concern for Quincy runs deep. Xavier’s habit of scrutinizing events becomes an obsession.

Tonight, are one of two taste tests. Let’s enjoy the food at Delicious Eats. We taste what’s on the menu for Passion.

I’ll try. Quincy said he invited many of our old friends to be the taste test.

Is that why you are excited?

I am not excited. I am nervous. I am worried. Yes. I am concerned. Quincy is basing the next two places on how well the food goes over at his second place. I am glad he named the place Passion because he is passionate about us.

Has Quincy come up with names for the third and fourth restaurants?

Quincy is tossing around a few ideas. We are working on graphics for menus, glassware, and plates. Quincy wants simple flatware. He’s thinking of two names, but nothing is permanent.

Now, he’s opening two restaurants in a few months. I’m worried that he will overextend himself.

I thought you said his other place brought in enough to take care of itself. Quincy’s business knowledge extends over many years.

Quincy hired a staff, renovated the joint from top to bottom, and he hasn’t broken a sweat.

I noticed that too. Quincy seems to be happier than I’ve seen. ever.

Look. Quincy’s return to the states to stay for over three years. He will be fine, I said trying to convince Xavier that his dearest friend was doing well.

I worried about Quincy since he slipped back into Xavier’s life. All of us are starting middle age. We were on our second and third careers. It wasn’t any of our first bites of the apple.

I walked to the back of the space in midtown Atlanta. Xavier was trailing behind me like a wayward child. I knocked on the office door. Xavier knocked twice in rapid succession.

Are you busy to answer the door?

In case you haven’t noticed, I’m supervising the menu tasting. I can’t be in over one place at a time, Quincy said passing me prototypes of new menu designs.

Don’t get your apron in a wad. Do you need any help? I asked.

No. Make yourself comfortable out front while I get trays of food. You are familiar with these people, aren’t you? Help yourself to the samples on the counter. Don’t touch the other food. Leo is cooking special orders.

I watched Quincy split the doors separating the kitchen area from the dining room. He directed us toward tables with food lined up with labels as entrees, appetizer, and special orders. Leo Sparks is Quincy’s sous chef.

The scowl I saw on Xavier’s face didn’t match Quincy’s. Xavier’s look stemmed from the people sitting around a table with dishes in front.

The man stood up saying, I’m Serge. I bet this guy, and the one in the kitchen told you about me, haven’t they? he said putting out his hand.

Serge looked nothing like the man I expected from their descriptions. No one goes into detail about his appearance. I imagined him to look like a schoolmaster. Instead, Serge Barlow reminded me of a bodybuilder past fifty. His skin well- tanned, muscles bursting through his shirt and thighs stretching his jeans. He was older than Quincy and Xavier by five years. Serge took my hand, kissed the top and then turned my palm up. Again, he kissed it with lips and tongue.

I’ve heard a small amount about you. One day you will tell me more about you and your connection to these men, I said.

Oh. One day I will tell you all about them. Soon we will get acquainted. Isn’t that right, Xavier?

Serge places my hand atop his chest. He winked at Xavier giving me a sly grin. I retrieved my hand from his vice grip.

Yes. One day all of us will bring Tiff up to speed on the past.

This over here is Francie Marston, Evan Lewis, and William Casper.

The temperature of the room coast from hot to cold.

Where is Adam? asked Quincy returning to the table near ours.

Adam can’t make it tonight. He’ll be with us for the opening, said Serge. He said something about his security employee had a baby. He’s working in his place.

Quincy put out another large spread of tasty dishes. He put names next to each dish with their ingredients. Everyone hummed their approval. Quincy and his sous chef created amazing entrees. The appetizers prepare you for the main events.

I noticed how the temperature in the room changed every time Francie looked our way. She licked her lips when she stared at Xavier. She stuck her tongue out at Serge. Serge moved toward the back of the space. Francie trailed behind him. Quincy brought out more food. Our attention remained on the tasty morsels until a commotion draws our eyes to Serge, Francie, and Evan. Francie slaps Serge.

Xavier pulled me aside. Let’s go home.

# # #

I left Xavier at his desk in the home office. Xavier waved in my direction saying,

Tiff, I’ll be with you in a few minutes. I must clear up the last paperwork for these background checks. Quincy’s chef’s assistant and head waiter need to start work soon.

Are you waiting for Quincy to retrieve the paperwork tonight?

I’ll text him to see if he’s on his way. Go ahead. I’ll be in soon.

I removed my makeup, took a shower washing away the heat and humidity of the night. I return seeing Xavier sitting in the same seat.

I sat across from Xavier. I touched his hand stopping him from writing. Why did the atmosphere change after we saw your old friends?

I didn’t notice any change. As for Francie, it was her first time seeing me with someone, not in the circle.

Is there a requirement joining the circle?

No.

What about your friend Serge? He was coming on to me. Does he do that to every woman?

That was mild. Serge is known for his personal attention beyond hand kissing. Serge sees any person as fair game and a challenge.

You didn’t flinch.

Serge kissed your hand. He didn’t deep kiss you or put his hand down your underwear. I told him about our set up. He knows you belong to me.

Do I?

Serge doesn’t force himself on anyone. Serge doesn’t hesitate to let his feelings be known. Serge is more than a friend to Quincy and me. Let’s put it this way; if Serge wants to take you to bed, only you can stop him. Serge doesn’t stop at your hand.

Did he do that to you?

Nope. He waited a few days before we got it on at his place.

What does he want from me?

There is unfinished business between Serge and me.

I shook my head. I left Xavier closing the file on the computer. I meandered down the hall to Xavier’s bedroom. I played with the remote until I heard Quincy’s familiar voice. The two men whispered. I couldn’t hear the details so, I muted the sound. It was at that moment I heard Xavier raise his voice.

Where is Quincy? I thought he would join us tonight.

He wasn’t sure he would join us tonight.

It was after eleven. Quincy seldom returns to the restaurants after eleven.

Instead, I sashay to bed. I turned on the television to flip the remote to whatever was interesting. Xavier passed the bedroom door twice.

We’ll talk later, he said retracing his steps back to the front.

I told you to wake me if I was asleep when Quincy arrived, I said.

Xavier’s weight sags the bed every time he comes to bed after me. Xavier’s two hundred pounds.

I reached over to his chest. Xavier loved to sleep on his back. He told me I snored when I did. So, I stretched my right leg across his while I ran my hand across his hairy chest. It was our way of sleeping when he took my hand in his. I closed my eyes. I dozed off to sleep until the bed gives way again.

I thought you weren’t coming, Xavier said to Quincy.

I changed my mind. You said bad things that didn’t set well. I’ll explain to you what happened in the morning.

I’m tired, said Xavier.

Too tired for this, Quincy said inching closer to Xavier and me.

Quincy leans over kissing me before deep kissing Xavier. Our night of lovemaking kicks into penetrating gear within minutes. There is more love in the bedroom with hints of tension. My love for Xavier spills over to loving Quincy. Two gorgeous men love me tonight. The heat from outside spills over into the bedroom that no air conditioner can cool down.

# # #

The smell of coffee stirred me from my sound sleep. I reached over to find both men out of bed. The sound of silverware hitting plates moves me to get up. I showered and shimmied into a pair of jeans and a light blue top. Saturday morning called for relaxation and uninterrupted bill paying. However, the tension appeared to be a carry-over from last night.

What’s for breakfast? I asked looking at Quincy.

I’m making omelets. I’ll head home and to the restaurant after I leave here.

Before you came to bed, why was there a lot of commotion last night. It wasn’t about the breakfast menu was it? I asked Xavier. I gave him a loving kiss before I patted Quincy on his butt.

No. Mr. Penny-pincher asked how much it cost to throw the opening at Passion in a week and a half.

That’s not what I said. I asked you if opening the new place would put a strain on the old place. I asked Quincy if the new place would take customers from one place to go to another.

And I told you, we have a different menu. We will draw from the old and new customers. My third restaurant will be a mix of both places with new main courses and desserts.

Look, I’m sure Quincy knows how to budget a grand opening. He’s done it before.

Xavier asked me about one of my guests. He’s ticked because I invited old friends that once became enemies. I told him everyone is welcomed.

You didn’t tell me you would invite all. You didn’t tell me about Serge’s invitation. to the tasting.

I had to invite him. He has always supported us. He has been in my corner throughout my career.

You could have told me about your decision to invite Francie and Colby.

That’s because the last time you talked to them, it was an ugly scene. I didn’t want an argument.

They blamed me for the break between our gang. I refuse to take the guilt without telling my side of the story.

Nobody understands why you didn’t carry out one simple job.

It’s not that simple. Besides, I don’t need a mark on my reputation. You didn’t give me credit for being civil last night. Where did you find him, anyway?

Adam owns a security business. He oversees a dozen employees. I wasn’t aware he was still living in Atlanta.

But you didn’t tell me that Serge and Colby were back in our lives for good.

I told you Serge returned to the states several years ago. I spoke to you concerning all of them the night before I came here.

You told me Serge was alive. You said nothing about Colby and Francie living in this city.

He’s in my life. If you want him to be back in yours, you’ll make the first move.

I won’t make the first move. I’m sure I’ll see Serge’s ass sometime next week.

He has a handsome ass, said Quincy.

I watched both men debate the merits of some man they loved and hated. I continued to heap French toast on my plate. I poured a cup of coffee.

Are you going into the office, I asked Xavier. I don’t think we need both of us in today.

I will work from home, Xavier said. I can get a better job done on the background checks.

Well, I’m going home after I pay the bills. I need to wash clothes, locate clothes for next week and leave you two alone. I’ll make out the checks for you to sign.

They gave me a strange look before going back their discussion over Adam. I gathered he was at one time very important to them. What I didn’t understand was their reason for their anger. The conversation turned to a guy named Patrick.

I’m out of here, said Quincy after cleaning up the kitchen. I’ll see you later.

Where are you going?

You weren’t listening. I told you I was going home. You said you would work from home.

What got you in a bad mood this morning? Everything was amazing last night and this morning while we were in bed. You got out on the bad side of the bed.

# # #

Was the lady worth the fight? I asked Xavier when he strolled into the office on Monday morning.

What are you talking about?

The remark you made concerning your disagreement with Adam. Was she worth the fight?

Yes. The lady didn’t want to be the meat in a sandwich. She was a friend of a friend. Adam saw her first. She came around looking for him. I sweet-talked her into spending the night in my bed. Adam found us. It got ugly. She left us standing without dicks out.

Did you ever plan to see her again?

No. I never expected to see those guys ever again. Adam, Dean and Evan were in the past.

"Francie and Hayleigh. Should I be jealous?

Didn’t you get enough love last night? Adam, Hayleigh and I go back to the days of our twenties.

So, they are old friends. That is nice they came to support Quincy. I’m surprised you haven’t mentioned them before the other night.

I said I didn’t expect to see them ever again. The guys are part of my past.

So is Quincy. He came back to you.

Quincy and I were in second grade at the same time. We discovered our sexuality at the same time.

Passion opens in less than a week. Are your old friends arriving in droves?

I couldn't care less. I have two old friends and two new friends.

"Who knows?

Xavier’s tone wasn’t warm. I wasn’t aware Xavier spoke with a chill in every word. We discussed our past lives. We didn’t go into details about who was our first until he mentioned a man with a love of food. He still didn’t call the man Quincy. There was an undercurrent of tension that popped up at least once in recent months. After Quincy came into our life, the tension increased. I called it sexual tension.

What’s on our agenda today?

We have background checks to deliver. We have two surveillances to complete tonight, and you must meet with a new client, I told Xavier.

Fine. I’ll see you at home in the morning.

Your home or my place?

I’ll text you later. Are you checking on Mrs. Albert?

Yep. I think I have enough to close the file. Mrs. Albert and the young Mr. Belle have been inseparable for six months. What about you and the handsome Mr. Outland? Is he still with the lovely Ms. Forte?

Yep. I’ve seen the lover wrap her legs around his waist at the front door. Both of our cases will close tonight.

Our day was full of activity from noon until dusk. I expected Xavier to meet me at my home. I expect Quincy to be late closing the restaurant since he was working on the second opening before heading to his first restaurant.

You look good today, I said admiring Xavier in his business suit.

Thank you. I dress like this for serious business meetings. I mean business. I want the client to understand we will get the job done.

Well, you always get the job done for me.

Yes. But you prefer to undress me.

I can take you in jeans and a knit shirt. But you look sexy.

I gave Xavier a goodbye kiss before watching him walk out of the door. Our relationship is special. We sense love is our band-aid. We didn’t like spying on people. It’s our job. Our first meeting with a client was to be sure the person hiring us understands we bring good and bad news. The money paid our bills, but we weren’t comfortable viewing sex scenes between people with outside people in their lives. The special thing about Xavier and me was that he was a bisexual. He didn’t like the label, bisexual. He called it sex without regard to love. His sexual history wasn’t on my research list when we met. I loved his heart most of all.

I typed up the final papers for both of our surveillance clients before taking off for my appointment with Mrs. Albert. She’d leave work and head to Mr. Belle’s condo for their twice a week rendezvous.

Chapter Two

You look good and smell fine. You didn’t dress up for Quincy and me. The new dress isn’t for Adam.

I am in the mood to dress up for dinner.

. Those shoes look more like pole dancing shoes. How about lap dancing?

Are you saying my three- inch heels resemble fuck me shoes?

You said it. I didn’t. But yes. The dress is suggestive. Are you trying to seduce Adam? Do you want to replace me?

The next time, I will wear a pair of jeans. Wow. I can’t try anything new around you. We need Adam’s security business to join us.

Before Xavier said another word, Quincy and Adam knocked on the door. Quincy brought his famous beef stew, warm crusty bread and a bottle of red wine. I tossed a green salad with croutons before we took our seats in the dining room.

The sound of silverware touching plates kept everyone silent. The banging of plates broke when chairs moved away from the table. There was an air of mild tension after the last drop of wine kissed the glasses. During the meal, I caught glances back and forth between Xavier, Quincy, and Adam.

I’ll help you clear the table, I said. You did the cooking, the least I can do is put the dishes in the washer.

No. Xavier will help me. He’s been silent tonight.

I think he enjoyed the food, I said trying to put a soft moment in the evening. It was amazing.

I expected to catch massive amounts of chatter. Adam kept cutting his eyes toward the kitchen door.

Are you expecting a heated discussion?

They have a few issues about the past., old wounds open. They will be fine.

How is your business coming along? I told Xavier I wished you would join our little two-person firm. We could expand to include 24/7 security.

Xavier asked me about joining. I said I would think about it. I like having no one to answer questions about my business. I have a budget. I work within the guidelines, and I don’t ask people to take risks I wouldn’t pursue.

We run several employee security clearances. At least you could use our resources to clear your new hires. Instead of you running background checks why do we run them?

I prefer to use outside resources for things I don’t want a conflict of interests throwing a bad light on a person I do not hire. It is too easy to get involved with staff members. I try to keep my connections outside the office. Temptation can be a downfall for any small firm.

That sound tempting, I said.

What sound tempting? Is she seducing you? I realize Tiffany wore that dress and heels to get a replacement of me, Xavier said strolling in from the kitchen. He left Quincy standing at the door holding the empty Dutch oven.

She isn’t seducing me. Tiffany was asking me to join your firm.

Now, she wants to replace me, said Quincy.

Damn. You two are insecure. What is with you two? Tiffany asked me to join forces. We could venture into new territory. Wow. You two must get a grip. Thanks for the meal and Tiffany’s good company. I’m ready to go home.

Must you leave now, I asked.

Yes. I must work for one of my employees. He’s on paternity leave. He started daddy duty yesterday, and I haven’t found an unscheduled person for him. The food was great.

Xavier, we need Adam to work with us. He’s dedicated willing to work all hours watching people and property. Can we make him an offer he can’t turn down?

What if Adam is happy being the boss? Perhaps, it isn’t the money but the work.

I’ll walk Adam out to talk business. I need a little air. Are you staying overnight, Quincy?

I’m not aware I need to clear it with Xavier.

You can stay all night. After I see Adam off, I want the lowdown what is happening. Don’t go anywhere, I said standing by Adam’s truck.

In the past ten days, I’ve noticed the tension. I thought it was because Quincy’s second restaurant is the opening in a few days. I noted their conversation about members of the old gang coming to the opening.

Yes. We’ve been in touch with many of our old guys since last year. You may be right. I hope those two resolve their problems before the opening of Passion.

You aren’t the only one.

I kissed Adam on the cheek. See you around. Please give more thought to joining our firm.

Adam smiled and waved goodbye. Xavier and I needed to increase our staff. The caseload increases daily. People disappear, employee thefts and surveillance cases stretched us to the limit. Our receptionist who doubles as our secretary during rough patches works from home when the contract renewal season rolls around. A handsome man like Adam is who we need to fill in the gaps. Adam arrived in our lives four months after Quincy. The conversations revolve around being old friends from their early twenties brought together by Serge. I asked questions but received few answers about the past.

# # #

Xavier escaped his business suit and into jeans, tee-shirt and loafers. I placed the prepared checks for his signature in front of him. He tapped my butt before snagging the pen from his desk. The tension increases daily between Quincy and Xavier. Last night wasn’t any different. Our Friday night tryst proves men prefer fucking rather than talking. Our bodies entwined during the night, but few words are said. Moans, groans and changing condoms describes our Friday night. I encouraged Xavier to persuade Quincy to spend the night. Quincy’s breakfast meals usually give us an amazing send off for Saturday. I left the two men heading in different directions. Quincy drives off to Delicious Eats, and Xavier closes the door to his home office. I set out for our off-site office in downtown Atlanta. Traffic is a breeze on Saturday morning.

Did Adam say anything about our proposition?

No. And now you say we! Why we now?

I agree we need more help around here. I’m not considering Adam right now. I want to listen to what he has to say. That’s all.

Back to Serge’s visit. What is up with him? There is more to his sudden appearance.

The last time we talked, Serge didn’t mention coming here today. Did he say what he wanted?

Me. Serge wanted me to settle a debt between the two of you. Is that the reason he’s around us now?

He is joking. I don’t owe him anything. Well, I might owe him a debt of gratitude. But nothing of any concern to you.

What about Francie’s departure from your little group? What about Sarah and Hayleigh? He said you ran them away.

Xavier didn’t answer my question. Instead, he strolls to the small refrigerator in his office. He took out two bottles of water. He opened both before passing one to me.

There were disagreements. It wasn’t a group. We were a sort of class taught by Serge and Bronson on how to be respectful bisexual young people. We were learning how safe fucking is important to our well-being and our partner.

Serge’s stance is different. He sounds as if the class he taught is very important. Did he charge tuition?

No. Serge’s house was a place for us to hang out after work instead of playing with ourselves in the movies or a parked car. We traveled without obligations. No one explained what they wanted or made excuses.

Xavier’s scant explanation perks up my investigative hair. I am not going into the detail of my conversation with Serge until I understand the status between Serge, Quincy, and Xavier.

But back to the women taking off because of you. Why is that such a big issue with Serge?

He made it a big deal. Serge’s routine was to come home to a house full of people. We played cards, watched movies and fucked. Serge would work off any stress with fucking. He’d make a move on one of us or take one of the women to bed for a night of mad passion fucking. Sarah and Francie were a sort of tag team. Two other women were hanging around Serge.

They left because of you, why?

I didn’t like playing games. I faced a few issues after Quincy left for school. One night, Serge came home, wanted to play with Sarah and asked me to join them in the hot tub. I was dealing with the death of my parents. The night got out of hand. Francie left. Serge took Sarah from me that night. I mean I was up in her ass, and he pulled me off her. She didn’t come back to my bed. When she did come to me, I pushed her away. Like I said, my head wasn’t in the game. She found Adam’s bed.

What happened?

For a few days, I didn’t see Sarah or Francie. Serge told me he was going to Paris to see Quincy. He didn’t tell me Sarah wanted to go with him to Paris. I found out a week later. I saw Sarah when I flew to Paris to visit Quincy. Sarah never returned to Atlanta. They keep blaming me for her departure. Instead, Serge sent her to Arizona and Nevada to be with Colby. Serge expects me to fight him. I refused. I loved Sarah, but she chose Serge and later in the game she chose Colby.

There has to be more than a woman to piss off Serge. What are you holding back from me?

Why are you pushing this so hard?

Serge came here propositioning me and threatening to settle a score with you by taking me to bed.

He wanted to send a message. He didn’t mean any harm. Is that all he told you?

Look at me. Serge stood in front of me exposing his cock head out of his pants. He kept telling me about your issues. Serge says if I don’t cooperate, he will expose your background as something other than a waiter.

I’ll talk to him. Suppose I invite him to my place to take Quincy’s place in bed next Thursday. We can have control over his actions. Quincy said he needs to work at the new restaurant for the opening. Serge can take his place that night.

Is this how it is going to be with us?

What do you mean? You’ve latched on to Quincy. Serge is our friend.

Serge sounds like an enemy.

Serge came here to see your response. He is harmless until you get him between the sheets.

He didn’t act harmless. He acted like a loan shark with a debt to collect. Serge wants pounds of skin.

I will talk to him later today. He won’t do anything you, and I don’t want to happen.

Sign the papers and go talk to Serge. Make it clear you don’t owe him anything. I’m taking off after you finish the paperwork. I have a date with the post office. We missed the postman.

Are you coming over tonight? Do you want me to meet you at your place this evening?

Not tonight. Quincy informed me about you working on the accounts with him. You two will be up all night. I’ll see you Monday.

Why not tomorrow? We can bring Sunday breakfast or brunch?

Tell me the time you want to come over. I need to clean my house.

I pushed Xavier out of the door to Serge’s place. I took off for the drop box at the post office. My appetite returned. I was tired of chewing my bottom lip.

# # #

Every other Saturday I mail the payables and receivables. I file our reports with new clients. I wasn’t aware Serge enter our waiting room.

Where is Xavier? asked Serge. He didn’t bother to wait for my answer. Serge sat behind our receptionist desk.

Xavier is on his way to your place. I suggest he talk to you about your earlier visit.

Why aren’t you with him heading to my place? We can make it a mid-day threesome. I’m always ready for a good fuck. I don’t have a time clock on my cock. Did Xavier tell you how we used to spend our off days?

I told you, it’s my day to take care of our business. If you leave now, you will catch him knocking on your door.

The muscle builder stood, moved in front of the receptionist desk. Serge removed his denim jacket. He sat his svelte body on the desk sitting wide legged with one leg draping over the center drawer. He wore a pair of black jeans with a light blue tee shirt. His muscles bore a natural shine

As I explain to you on my earlier visit, Xavier has a debt to me, and I plan to collect. How about we take care of a little official personal business?

Do you want to hire us for background checks or surveillance?

I’ve got something I want you to check.

I don’t understand how you come on to other women, but I am not one of them.

You are with Xavier. The chef tells me you take care of him, too. You are part of the situation. I’ll have to fill you in on when I have more time while I am filling you with my dick.

What kind of clients are we talking about? I asked changing the subject.

My clients are people who pay for my associates taking care of their needs and me. Some need to dine in high-class restaurants, others go to the play, and then some people don’t want to go to bed alone. Do you understand what I am saying?

I understood. I want Serge to say the words instead of stalling. I didn’t want to misunderstand his proposition. He was soliciting me for sex.

No. I was talking about the service we provide for our customers.

You and Xavier observe people doing all sorts of things, don’t you?

We are crime prevention people. We call the police if we see something going wrong and take down the bad guys.

Serge kept his fingers moving up and down the zipper on his fly.

"I don’t want the cops involved in my business. I like to keep the lid on my services. I can be one of the bad guys for you to take down.