Mommy, Where Is Daddy? The Forsaken Daughter's Return novel Chapter 59

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.

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!"

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."