"Holy shit," I couldn't help but mutter under my breath in shock as I walked up to the Grillhouse, only to find a line out the door, "Did everyone in town decide to go out tonight?"
I hesitated for a moment, wondering if I should just head home, before I sighed and reached into my clutch. I pulled out my phone and, for the first time, dialed the number I had gotten nearly three weeks ago.
I wasn't really expecting anyone to answer the phone, but surprisingly, the call only rang once before it was picked up, and a familiar voice answered, "Don't tell me you're calling to cancel."
"No, I'm actually outside your restaurant right now, all dressed up, but it's probably going to be for nothing because there's no way I'm getting a seat with how many people are waiting in this line," I complained while glaring daggers at the people in front of me, "Don't you guys do reservations or something?"
"Not at the moment, but don't worry, I promised you a meal, so that's what you'll get," Ramon promised as his voice dropped an octave, which I hated as it elicited a very specific response from my body.
"Hey, cut that shit out," I muttered angrily, "Aren't you supposed to be cooking food?"
"I can multitask," Ramon replied, and I could clearly picture the arrogant smirk across his lips.
I rolled my eyes, "Oh, great to know I'm not worth all of your attention."
Ramon laughed at me, though, before I could get upset, his reply nearly floored me, "If you had all of my attention, you would be a puddle right now. I'm sending someone to let you in. Her name is Megan, though she likes to be called Meg. I think the two of you will get along well."
"Don't tell me she's the one you've been using all the condoms on," I asked with a raised brow, "Fucking a waitress is so tacky."
"It's actually her and a friend, but yes. She's also my woman, so play nice. I don't want to have to teach you manners tonight."
I couldn't help but hesitate as I processed what Ramon had revealed, "W-wait, she's your girlfriend? Does she know about us?!"
"I do actually, but don't worry, I'm not the jealous type."
I looked up as someone spoke to me and found myself staring at one of the hottest girls I had ever seen, and I didn't even swing that way.
She was dressed in all-black clothes with an apron wrapped around her torso, clearly marking her as a server, yet also managed to look like she belonged on a magazine cover. Not to mention, she was stacked in every single department, giving her a body that most men and women could only dream about.
"It's nice to put a face to a name finally," The waitress smiled as she stuck out her hand, "My name is Megan, but you can call me Meg. It's nice to meet you, Summer."
"Nice to meet you as well," I replied after a second, shaking her hand, "Also, just to be clear, Ramon told you he fucked me at my job, and you aren't going to poison my food, right?"
Meg laughed and smiled, "No, I'm not going to poison your food, now come on, let's get you a table. Also, love the dress by the way."
Still a bit shocked, I decided to just follow Meg into the restaurant, where she led me to a small wooden table in the middle of the dining room.
"Here you are," Meg announced as she pulled out my seat and placed a menu on the table in front of me, "I'll be right back with your water."
As Meg walked away, I opened the menu only to freeze when I saw the price tags, 'Jesus, this food must cure cancer or something...and what the fuck is a Lobster Mille-Feuille?'
"I can see that you have some questions about the menu?" Meg commented as she came back with a water pitcher to fill the empty glass in front of me.
"Yeah, I have no idea what to get." I answered honestly as I looked at Meg, "Any recommendations?"
Meg grinned at me, "Well, since your meal is comped, I suggest you eat until you physically can't anymore. But for must-haves, I recommend the cider, Mille-Feuille, and monkey bread; anything else is dealer's choice."
"Alright then, I guess I'll start with one of those, a salad, and a cider," I put in my order.
"Perfect, I'll put that in and make sure that Ramon puts a rush on it," Meg replied as she took the menu from me and walked away. I couldn't help but stare. 'How does she fit all of that in those pants?'
Looking away after a second, I sat back and sipped my water, 'Not really the type of place where I should be scrolling on my phone, but damn, I can already feel myself getting bored.'
As if he could hear my thoughts, my phone started ringing, and I looked and saw it was Ramon's caller ID. I couldn't help but smile as I picked up the call, "Shouldn't you be cooking my food?"
"Multi-tasking, remember, besides I figured someone should keep you company," Ramon replied, making me smirk, "You know this is the weirdest date I've ever been on."
"I thought you weren't interested in dating?" Ramon asked, throwing my earlier words back at me.
"I mean, that's when I thought you were just some asshole with a big dick," I replied with a grin.
"But now you know that I'm a rich asshole with a big dick who can cook, I have a chance?" Ramon inferred.
"Exactly, you hit the trifecta," I answered confidently, "Though don't worry, if you want to keep things casual and not mess up whatever arrangement you have with your real Girlfriend, I'm happy to be a side chick."
Ramon hesitated, "I think Megan would be more upset if I did that than take you on a date; she's rather pushy when it comes to me finding other partners."
"Why are you complaining? That sounds like every man's dream," I muttered with a shake of my head.
I heard Ramon prepare to respond, but at the last second, a shrill outburst stole my attention away from the phone call, "What do you mean, it's an hour wait!? Do you really expect us to wait around and waste our night out?"
Almost every pair of eyes in the restaurant, including my own, looked over at the door, trying to figure out who was responsible for ruining the cozy atmosphere of the restaurant.
It was immediately apparent that the person responsible was a blonde-haired girl who was glaring daggers at the other waitress I had spotted briefly with bright red curls.
"I'm sorry, but as you can see, it is a full house tonight, so the wait is going to be longer than you might like," The waitress replied somewhat timidly, clearly uncomfortable with the hostile situation.
The blonde looked like she was about to blow a fuse when one of her friends reached over to place a hand on her shoulder, "Relax, Pacifica, let's go somewhere else. This place isn't worth our time or money."
"Mh, fuck that, Heather," Pacifica snorted as she shrugged off her friend's touch, "I didn't argue with my dad all week to let me skip his stupid social parties just to get turned away from the hottest restaurant in town."
"I'm not turning you away; you just need to wait like everyone else." The waitress replied only for Pacifica to scream at her, "No one was talking to you! And I'm not like everyone else, do you know who my father is?!"
"What the hell is going on out there?" Ramon asked over the phone.
"Some bitch is spoiling everyone's mood and is berating one of your waiters," I answered with a frown on my face, "I think you need to get out of here before this shit gets any more out of control."
"Goddamnit," Ramon swore and hung up the phone.
--[Ramon]--
I pulled off my apron as I stormed out of the kitchen and into the dining room, immediately drawing eyes with my entrance, "Alright, what's going on out here?"
Patty spun around, and my mood instantly soured as I saw the uncomfortable look on her face, "I-it's really nothing, Ramon, j-just a bit of a-"
"Who the hell are you?"
Patty was interrupted by a blonde-haired girl whom I assumed was the ringleader for the trio currently causing a scene in my restaurant.
"I'm the chef and owner of this fine establishment," I replied, stepping in front of Patty and crossing my arms, "And I don't appreciate rude guests who think they can scream and shout, expecting to get what they want. So lower your voice, or I'll have no other choice but to kick you out and bar you from the restaurant."
The blonde narrowed her eyes at me, "You wouldn't dare, do you know who my father is? If I tell him what happened here, you'll be put out of business by the end of the week."
I opened my mouth to reply before I paused as I caught sight of something familiar in the daughter's visage, 'Oh, you've got to be kidding me.'