Hey! This is the next part in Dangerous Temptations. What kinds of things is Cali up to now that she's living on her own in Paris? The rest of the story follows more of the typical fanfic style, no more confusing metaphors. Maybe a couple here and there, but I won't tell the story in them. Hope you enjoy the story!
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Part 2:
Chapter 1 – A Lucky Break
Italics - thoughts
"Sorry!" great! First day on the job and I already manage to screw up. "Let me clean that up for you." Guess my luck is running out pretty quickly.
"Don't worry about it. It's my fault." The unfortunate customer stood with his pant leg covered in the dripping liquid. It was the first thing Cali noticed and she cringed at the developing stain. At least I'm not getting yelled at!
Moving to Paris has been a whirlwind of activity. Luckily, Cali was able to track down a nicely furnished apartment in the decent part of the city. It was also her luck of the draw that there was a fancy near by restaurant hiring waitresses. Sure it wasn't the job Cali ever imagined herself working, but it would do to pay the bills. Besides, the tips were really good, especially when the patrons were interested in a foreigner.
Cleaning up as much of the mess as possible, Cali once again apologized prophetically to the gentleman. He on the other hand, didn't seem to mind at all and when she took in his face, a smile seemed to pull at the corner of his mouth.
Tala? The gentleman had fiery red hair, accompanied by bright gem colored eyes and the same boyish grin. For a moment she thought it was a hallucination, but upon a second inspection the image remained.
The individual that Cali had bumped into closely resembled the redhead that she previously knew, but there were distinguishing features about him. His hair was tousled into an artistic mess, not molded into perfection. And instead of turquoise eyes his were a subtle shade of jade.
"You must be the foreign hire." A simple statement pulled her out of her reverie and Cali smiled guiltily as one caught in a crime. The man flashed a dazzling grin and offered his hand in welcome.
Upon another inspection, the man was no more than a boy. He was no older than Cali but had an air of maturity that she didn't often see in other males her age. Then again, to be in such a restaurant such sophistication was required. Not to mention that he was seated at one of the best tables in the house.
The boy ordered another drink, making no mention of the earlier occurrence. It was as if to him, it never even occurred and the now prominent stain on his trouser a mere decoration. Speaking in her most polite manner, Cali flashed a brilliant smile and left to fill his order. The whole way to the kitchens she thanked the heavens that she had pumped into him and not someone else. Who knows how another patron would have acted? Someone else may even have been angry enough to get her fired, and that was just not acceptable, especially not on her first day.
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At the end of the night, everything was still in one piece and Cali still had her job. She ended up spending the rest of the night serving the boy and the other gentleman at his table. They were some of the nicer diners she had to take orders from. Cali was just glad that no one made a mention of the little accident from before. It had been one of the more embarrassing moments of her life.
"You forgot this!" a petit girl with cropped blonde hair walked up to Cali as she was headed out the door. In her hand was a cream envelope addressed "The Foreign Hire".
I guess that's me. "Where did you get this from?" Cali turned the fancy envelope around in her hand and observed the delicate cursive her title was written in. On her face was a reflection of confusion and curiosity. Where could this have come from? What could it be?
"It's from Brooklyn! I need to go now, bye." Without another word, the blonde walked off leaving Cali in the dim glow of the streetlamp more confused than before.
Brooklyn? Turning the envelope over again, she opened it and slowly peeked at its contents. Cali stood in front of Château Paris, her eyes wide and her mouth hanging open in shock. It was a good five minutes before she placed the envelope in her bag and headed back to her apartment. The whole way home, Cali had only one thought in her mind.
Oh my god…-
Owari! That's the end of this chapter. Sorry if it's a little short, but it just ended good this way. Hope it was alright. Please leave a review. Any comment is appreciated! Stay tuned for Part 2: Chapter 2 – The Boy Next Door.
