Chapter 441: Dinner
Monday, February 13th, Evening
The UBER was excellent as they rode across town. Finally, it stopped outside the restaurant, and after settling up with the driver, the young couple walked up to the restaurant. The young man walked over to the check-in desk and talked to the hostess. After a minute, they were led to a table and took their seats.
"This is nice, Bietio, more than I expected," Ellie said.
"Well, Libby, I wanted to treat you and celebrate as well," Bietio said.
"Celebrate? What are we celebrating?" Ellie asked.
"I closed a big deal today, and well, I think I can splurge," Bietio said.
"Don't you usually go out with the team when you close a big deal?" Ellie asked.
Bietio nodded, "Yeah, they usually do, and they head over to a gentleman's club and get too familiar with the women, or should I say try to," Bietio said.
"Try to?" Ellie asked.
"Yeah, and I'm not into that shit," Bietio said.
"That's good to note," Ellie said.
"So, what have you been doing since your last show?" Bietio asked.
"Fitting mostly," Ellie said, "Also, working on that article that's sending me back down south."
"So you were hanging out with Finlay," Bietio said.
"I stopped by to say hi, and Finlay wanted a selfie for her feed," Ellie said.
"Yeah, have you looked at it?" Bietio asked.
Ellie shook her head, "No," she said.
"You're going viral; even Natali Germanotta commented on it," Bietio said.
"I met her, nice woman," Ellie said.
"You seemed so unmoved by this," Bietio said.
Ellie shrugged, "It's just noise and will fade," she said.
The server came over and interrupted their conversation. Bietio and Ellie ordered their drinks, and the server left. Ellie looked over the menu and started looking for what she wanted.
"Is there anything you can eat on the menu? If not, I'm sorry," Bietio said.
"No, I found something, that's the nice thing about the people that I booked for they're more natural bodies showing their wears. You know zero is not a size and such," Ellie said.
"I could never figure out women's sizes," Bietio said.
"Got to love vanity sizing," Ellie said and made a disapproving gesture with her hand.
"Also, the size numbers," Bietio said.
"You have it easy; you guys go into a store, find what you want and buy it without trying it on," Ellie said.
"Sorry," Bietio said.
"It's not your fault you didn't create vanity sizing; that's why we have to try on clothes," Ellie said.
"So, do you like being back in the city?" Bietio asked.
"It's fun, I miss it, and I miss the townhouse," Ellie said.
"I've never seen the townhouse," Bietio said.
"It's in Hell's Kitchen within walking distance to the theater district," Ellie said.
"That's got to be awesome; I'd like to see the place," Bietio said.
Ellie smiled a Cheshire Cat grin, "I have the keys with me," she said.
"Oh, I see," Bietio said.
Ellie laughed, "We should have dinner first," she said.
Bietio nodded, "Of course," he said.
"What do you have planned after dinner?" Ellie asked.
"I was figuring we'd walk and talk," Bietio said.
Ellie nodded, "I hope it's not miles; I didn't wear those kinds of boots," she said.
"What kind of boots?" Bietio asked.
"Walking boots," Ellie said.
"So, what kind of boots did you wear?" Bietio asked.
Ellie gave him another Cheshire Cat grin. "My Vivian Ward boots," she said.
"Vivian Ward? I never heard of her. Is she a new designer?" Bietio asked.
The server came over with their drinks. After putting their drinks down, the server took their dinner order. Once the server left, Ellie looked across the table at Bietio.
"Who is Vivian Ward?" Bietio asked.
Ellie nodded, "How about this, we get a bottle of wine, and I'll show you the townhouse," she said.
"Wine?" Bietio asked.
"Yeah, it doesn't have to be anything expensive, and I have glasses at the townhouse," Ellie said.
"Are you sure about this?" Bietio asked.
Ellie reached across the table and took his hand. "Yes, I am," she said.
"Okay," Bietio said and got out his smartphone.
"What are you doing?" Ellie asked.
"Ordering the wine, so it will be ready when we're ready," Bietio said.
"Planning ahead, I like that," Ellie said.
"I'm a planner," Bietio said.
"You say that like it's a bad thing," Ellie said.
Their dinner soon arrived, and they stayed for dessert. Once finished, they called an UBER and picked up the bottle of wine. Next, they went over to Hell's Kitchen.
Ellie led Bietio up the stairs to the front door. Ellie unlocked the door and pulled him in. They locked eyes and suddenly crashed their lips together. After coming up for air, Ellie pressed her index finger against his lips.
"We've got time, the kitchen is downstairs, and I have to get glasses," Ellie said. Bietio nodded. Ellie went downstairs and retrieved two stemless wine glasses. When she got back to Bietio, she looked at him.
"This is the living room and the backroom in my office," Ellie said, walking over to a cabinet and pressing a few buttons. Music started to play in the townhouse.
"It looks nice," Bietio said.
"It's home," Ellie said, and she led Bietio upstairs. Slowly and carefully, she guided him to the master bedroom. He looked around the room.
"This is the master or my bedroom; the top floor has three more bedrooms," Ellie said.
"Nice," Bietio said.
Ellie held out the glasses, "Are you going to pour the wine or what?" she asked.
"Oh!" Bietio said and opened the bottle, filling the glasses. They drank their wine, listened to the music, and chatted.
Finally, Ellie finished her glass and put it down on the nightstand. Bietio stood up to fill Ellie's glass. She made her move and pressed up against him. Ellie could feel his warmth against her and through her dress; they locked eyes and kissed. After a long passionate kiss, Ellie took his glass and put it down.
"What was that for?" Bietio asked.
Ellie put a finger against his lips. "Shush, you don't need that now, but maybe later," Ellie said and lowered her finger.
"Libby?" Bietio asked.
"Trust me," Ellie purred and pushed him down on the bed. He didn't realize how strong Ellie was.
Ellie gave him another Cheshire Cat smile and reached behind her and unzipped her dress, slipping it off. Bietio looked up at her in all her glory. Ellie wore knee-length high-heeled boots, which the black lace tops of her stocking poked out from. A garter belt held the stockings up, and her matching set of underwear was a lacy black and red.
"Libby?" Bietio asked.
"Are you cool with this?" Ellie asked.
Bietio nodded, "Ya, ya, yes," he said.
Ellie leaned forward and pressed her finger against his lips again. "Trust me," Ellie said, straddling him and leaning down to kiss him.
