“Jesus Christ,” Millie said.
“Happy?”
“God yes.”
“Feeling better?”
“I am now. All good. Gonna get some black coffee and go back to work happy and cheery.”
“You owe me big time.” Bill leaned in over Millie who was still not naked but fully exposed in the chair. He kissed her on the mouth long and hard.
“Jesus Christ,” Millie said again when they were done kissing. She made no attempt to cover up. Instead she showed herself proudly.
“You really think I’m gorgeous?” she asked.
“Definitely,” Bill said.
“Can you come back later?”
“Don’t think so. I’ve already been gone too long and they’re gonna razz me pretty good.”
“I can take care of you real quick.”
“I like you owing me.”
“You know you can have whatever you want, whenever you want.”
“I know,” Bill said.
“What are you gonna tell them?”
“Who? The boys? That Chloe gave you whiskey for us and we had a few drinks.”
“That it?”
“You bet.” Bill leaned in again kissed her again. This time when they were done kissing, Bill helped her up from the chair. He wanted to make sure she was steady on her feet.
Standing with her, he kissed her some more and as he did, he helped himself to a generous and prolonged feel of her all over.”
“They gonna believe you?” Millie asked. She did not move from his touch. She moved herself into it, helped him with her movements to find what he was looking for, what she wanted.
“Not for a second,” Bill said.
“And…?”
“And what?”
“And don’t stop.”
Millie, while they stood there, took Bill’s hand and led it to her, to where she wanted. She reached up and kissed him all the while they stood there, all they while he touched her.
“Maybe I will stop by later,” Bill said.
“Three-thirty,” Millie said. “You’ll be set up and will have some time before the room opens. I’ll be happy to pay off.”
“You have no idea what I might ask.”
“No matter what, be okay with me. Whatever it is.”
Bill kissed her one last time, watched as she put herself together and then led him out making sure the coast was clear.
“Three-thirty,” she said.
“If I can,” Bill said.
They were waiting for him in the main kitchen. Jimmy Banquet Chef and Victor were setting up to sauté chicken breasts. Jimmy G was sitting by the chef’s office smoking a cigarette and reading the Greek newspaper.
“Don’t mind the lazy one,” Jimmy Banquet Chef said. “He’s always gonna be lazy.”
“I’m not saying anything,” Bill said. He went first to read the banquet board, to see what they had for the rest of the week. When he had read it, studied it, he turned to the banquet chef and Victor and said, “Easy week.”
“Breakfast, lunch and one dinner tomorrow,” the banquet chef said. “None of them big. Then a quick lunch and two dinners the next day. Nothing the day before New Year’s Eve, but New Year’s Eve day is gonna be a bit crazy.”
“You can help us with the breakfasts and lunches. Dinner in your room is gonna be very busy.”
“Too bad for us,” the banquet chef said. “No New Year’s celebration for us.”
“Double time,” Victor said. “I’d rather make money anyway.”
“Me too,” Bill said.
“All right,” the banquet chef said, “let’s get this show on the road.”
Because it was quiet, because they were drinking, because there was no real hurry to do the work, the three men did everything themselves. First they stood and breaded the chicken breasts. They did this together in a line, each one dipping and handling one part of the breading, first man taking the chicken breasts from the trays, last man, which was Bill, traying them up again.
Tray after tray, they breaded all the breasts that needed to be done. Before they started to sauté, they smoked a cigarette and had another drink.
