@TheLaikeShow
@NoIGLuca
I clicked the one that was obviously attached to Luca but found it to be private. Not thinking twice, I requested to follow him. Laike’s page was public, allowing me to follow him without a request. However, he only had a total of six pictures posted, the last one dating back two years. If it was his case, then I knew that Luca’s feed was either empty or had pictures dating back eight years before he went to prison.
Before stepping into Baisleigh’s House, I took a deep breath. In an attempt to gather myself, I counted down from five. Knowing that I’d missed Luca by an hour was bittersweet. It also meant that the chances of him giving his dick to the girl from the bar was less likely. He was up and out way too early with a freshfit and a fresh face. More than likely, he and Laike had slept at the same location and gone to visit Lyric before getting their day started.
Did he expect me to be home?I wondered as I pushed forward to begin my workday. It was past eight-thirty now. I still needed to clock in and meet Baisleigh in her office. The thought of hosting my first event had my cheeks flushed and my eyes bright with curiosity. I had no idea what the planning consisted of, but I’d managed two children and all of their events alone for the last six years. If I could do that, I could probably do anything, event coordination for adult parties included.
“Good morning,” I said as I walked through the door of Baisleigh’s office after clocking in and putting my belongings away. Her face was planted in her phone just like mine had been a few minutes ago.
“Hey. Close the door,” she insisted, shutting down her screen and pulling her chair closer to her desk.
I closed the door behind me and took a seat on the other side of her desk in one of the two chairs that was in front of it. She clicked around on the computer for a while before she turned to me and began.
“So, the guest of honor’s name is Tamara. She’s turning twenty-nine and wants to reserve the left wing of the building for three hours to cater to her friends and family. There will be twenty-nine guests. How ironic. She will be paying a deposit to rent the area for three hours, but the guests will pay for their plates on her end.
“She will just pay us what she’s arranged for them to pay for a full-course brunch experience. This includes a regular beverage and an alcoholic beverage. A medium bacon or sausage quiche patty as the appetizer, the Baisleigh special as the meal with a meat of their choice, and pancakes of their choice for dessert. That’s it.”
“Got it.”
“What I need from you is to keep in contact with her and get everything lined up. There is a spreadsheet for you to keep track of everything that I’m going to email you. Also, you’re in charge of decorations and making her day special.”
“About that. I was going to ask if I could offer my cake decorating services to her.”
“You decorate cakes?”
“I do.”
“And, why haven’t you been said that? I have a very big, very close family and it’s somebody’s birthday every month, most times a few people. We need a loyal cake lady because we are tired of the disappointment. Send me some of your work. My aunt needs a cake for her party in two weeks.”
“I will email them to you. So, it’s OK to offer that to her?”
“Yes. Of course it is. Hell, make some business cards, and we will pass them out to the guests until you run out. My job is not to keep you here. It’s to lift you higher. Anything I can do to help you reach your full potential, I’m with it. That goes for every one of my employees. I wish I’d known, honey. You came right on time, though.”
“Is that all?”
“Yes, ma’am.”
“I’m going to go out here and get started, then. I saw that Ria and Isis were the only ones on the floor right now and we’re probably about to get that morning rush.”
“Yeah. They already have enough tables. The next four that come through the door are yours. You guys can figure it out from there.”
“Thanks, Baisleigh.”
“Of course.”
I left her office while tying my apron around my waist. The beige fabric with Baisleigh’s House written on it was so simpleand so cute. The uniform was simple khaki pants and the tan shirts with a B on the upper right chest area.
As soon as I stepped onto the floor, the bell chimed, letting me know we had new guests. I rushed to the hostess station to grab a few menus. When I lifted, so did my soul. The man whose Instagram I’d just attempted to stalk, who had me up in the early morning before my time, who’d consumed me wholly since seeing his face was standing before me.
“Wel-welcome to… uh, Welcome to Baisleigh’s House,” I stammered over my words.
I could feel my ears reddened as our eyes connected. As I grabbed the back of my neck and tried clearing my throat of the sudden debris, I adjusted my gaze so that he wasn’t in the center of it. I was unable to look him square in the face this time. Pride wouldn’t allow it. So, I deflected, dropping my head into the menus that I’d scooped up.
“What’s up?” Laike smiled, stepping closer to the booth I was behind.
“Hi guys.”
