Mommy, Where's Daddy? The Forsaken Daughter's Return

Chapter 58: The Booty Call

Samantha reported to work at seven in the morning. She wanted to observe the breakfast service at the hotel, aiding Anthony, her sous chef that day.

As she enforced new dishes and imposed new rules in her kitchen, she was at least satisfied how her executive sous chef had begun his work without complaining.

The only catch was, he was giving her a silent treatment. Still, Samantha thought the fact that Matteo was back to work meant he accepted defeat. She now only had to win his friendship.

With the exception of one sous chef named Deana, everyone was back to work.

Deana, the bitter and number one follower of Matteo, called in sick that day. Thankfully, it was not such a busy day. NôvelDrama.Org: text © owner.

Being a Tuesday, the rest of the morning was somewhat quiet. At eleven in the morning, Samantha found herself yawning from inside the kitchen.

She then thought about her husband and so she leaned back on one side of the wall, just thinking about Ethan. She did not know when and how it happened, but she flushed out of nowhere. She found herself recalling being eaten down there that she felt goosebumps all over.

"Are you okay, Chef?" Jane, her station chef, caught her attention.

Clearing her throat, she answered, "Yeah... I." She turned tomato red before admitting, "I was just... thinking about my husband."

"Oh," expressed Jane. "Well, I would be blushing too if I had a husband as fine as Mr. Ethan Wright!"

One other female chef echoed, "Amen to that!"

"Chef, you should bring your husband some lunch. We are too over staff for lunch service and you mentioned you will stay until dinner service, so why not take a longer lunch out!" Suggested Anthony. He turned to Matteo and asked, "Right Chef Matteo?"

Matteo was silent for a second, but eventually answered, "Anthony and I can take care of lunch service."

"Go, girl! Get your man!" Suggested Jane while raising her brows.

Samantha thought about it and so she decided to go with the suggestion. She said, "Okay, then Matteo and I will take care of the dinner service!"

***

"What kind of sloppy proposal are you giving me on a Tuesday morning?!" Ethan threw the papers in front of two managers, out on the table from inside one of the building's conference rooms.

It was late last year that they had ventured with a construction company and while they were doing well over the past few months; they were faced with a bad review following an overlook by one of the partnering company's engineers.

This left Ethan upset that Tuesday morning, not having presented a reasonable proposal.

"We are not going to have lunch until you give me a good solution! You hear me - Who is that disturbing our meeting?!" Ethan's angry voice shifted to the loud knock on the door.

Everyone was also stunned to hear disturbance during their meeting, especially John Garcia.

If anything, everyone knew when the boss was not in the good mood, it was suicidal to cut off their meeting.

The door opened, and Samantha came in, wearing a lovely dress. Her face was red as she appeared contrite and said, "Sorry."

Raising several take-out bags, she suggested, "I wanted to have lunch with you but - "

"Let's take an hour lunch break," Ethan immediately announced, adjusting his angry mood. "But when I come back, the food that you have taken should already create a better solution to the problem."

"Um... I was thinking maybe... an hour and a half... Lunch break?" Samantha wasn't sure how far her husband will go, but something in her wanted to test him.

Ethan glanced at his wife for a second before changing the times, "An hour and a half." He scanned the eyes of his managers and demanded, "Thank my wife for giving you... additional time."

"Thank you, Mrs. Wright. Thank you!"

"You are an angel, Mrs. Wright! Thank you," John Garcia, who was also present, was grateful that he could eat lunch that day. He thought, yet again, it proved how much his boss treasured Samantha.

After seeing John and the managers leave, Ethan made his way to his wife. He heard her ask, "Did I come in a bad time?"

"Yes, but... You are my priority," said Ethan. "Let's have lunch at my office."

Samantha was pleased that Ethan had already made the office aware of his wife. She did not have any difficulty going into the office and speaking with the rest of the secretaries. It was like; they were all warned to give her the utmost attention required.

It was during their meals that Samantha spoke of Ethan's temper during their meeting. She told, "Honey, I may not be aware of how bad the situation is, but you need to calm down when speaking to your people. They may be your employees, but without them, things could be worse."

Ethan swallowed the salmon that was in his mouth before he answered, "I gave them enough time to prepare, but I'll take that into consideration." He glanced at her adoringly and said, "Thank you, hon, and thank you for coming to see me for lunch."

"Was it okay that I came over?" She asked before pursing her lips.

Putting down his takeout box, he answered, "Of course, honey. You are my wife. You can disturb me anytime. What is my company if I leave you and my children without attention? You, Kyle, and Kenzie are my life now."

That utterly made Samantha smile. Even without finishing her lunch, she placed down her meal and walked over to the other side of the couch.

Ethan had a small sitting area inside his office, and it was there that they had lunch together.

Samantha slowly sat on his lap and caressed his handsome face. She pecked on his cheek and said, "That's why you are so easy to fall in love with."

"Hmmm," said Ethan with a smirk. "Do I... get a reward for that?"

They quickly exchanged the flavors of their meals, kissing while generously parting their mouths. It took just seconds for them to engross in a savory and passionate kiss before they let go.

"Sam, I want you," Ethan softly said.

Samantha announced, "Will you." She flushed before suggesting. "Taste me down there again?"

The truth was, after getting some free time at the hotel, she found herself thinking about her husband, eating her rose. It filled her desire completely that it never left her mind.

When she came to Ethan's office, she meant to get eaten, and she wasn't leaving until she got one good loving.

"Hmmm... With pleasure, my wife. With pleasure," Ethan said before suggesting. "Let me just... turn off the cameras."

***

Half an hour passed and Samantha was utterly overjoyed. She had that glow in her face that told; she got laid!

As she fixed herself from inside Ethan's private restroom, she told herself, 'Way to go, Sam!'

After putting on her make-up, she came out and sat back next to her husband. She pecked on his cheek and said, "Thanks hon, I better get going. Edgar is waiting for me. He'll take me back to the hotel."

"Hmmmm." Ethan put an arm around Samantha. He leaned back and said to her, "My dearest wife... did you come here to me... for a booty call?"

Samantha wound up laughing. She answered, "I would not call it that! It's just that... we were cut off this morning!"

She turned tomato red before admitting, "I could not get over it, so I came here."

Ethan studied Samantha's beautiful face for a second. He smirked and suggested, "Well then, I suppose, it's my turn to visit you during lunch tomorrow. Have the hotel reserve one suite for us tomorrow."

Samantha's giggle faded, realizing how she had just opened doors for Ethan to devour her even in between work. She swallowed her own spew and questioned, "Really? It can't wait until evening?"

Clearing his throat, Ethan told, "The lunch rendezvous was... very exciting." He smirked and added, "I want to try it again."