“No, I have not heard about it. I expect the Haus to host some sort of event but I did not know the detail of it.” Lorenzo answered before he took a sip of his black coffee, looking out at the grand view of the beach through the Il Vita restaurant’s window wall.
He took a second to ponder. Yes, ponder. Not consider. He has already known his answer. What amused Lorenzo was the fact that he was usually the one who paid to hire Samuel’s time. This was the first time for the staff to be the proactive one and asked for his company.
“I will accept your invitation under three conditions,” Lorenzo leaned back and gave the tall man a side glance. The corner of his lips curled up into a mysterious smile.
“First, you will agree to accompany me to the next Paris Fashion Week. You will be paid for your time, rest assured. Pack only your essential for the journey, we will arrive one week in advance for the fittings.”
“Secondly, you will join me for dinner tonight at the Three Leaves Restaurant. You will go reserve a table at the restaurant straight after this conversation. Do not worry, tell them my name and I am sure they will be able to provide a suitable time.”
“At last…You shall return here after your task. You will take me to your room, where you will strip down to nothing and give me a tour of whatever life you have after your working hours. And what happens between then and dinner time…It will not be part of this negotiation.”
Without a warning, Lorenzo reached out to take Samuel’s hand and gently pulled it toward his lips, pressing a soft kiss on the knuckle before he let it go.
“But I can foresee we both find satisfaction during those hours.”
”I don’t really know all the details surrounding it myself,” the staff member shifted uncomfortably in his seat feeling the weight of his nerves, thankful he was at least sitting down otherwise the client would probably notice the tremble in his legs. Lorenzo was so far out of his league and yet here he was trying to ask him to the event? “Just that staff’s supposed to ask clients to accompany them that night,” to what though, even he didn’t know, but irregardless of what the event was as soon as he heard that he was able to invite a client Lorenzo was who came to mind.
When he began to hear that his invitation would be accepted he of course perked right up, but seconds later at the idea of having three conditions left him anxiously waiting to hear what three things Lorenzo needed from him. The first condition, did Samuel actually hear him right? Paris Fashion Week?!? He was as far from fashion forward that you could ever get, so how would he be a good person to accompany him? He tried desperately to hide any emotion through the next two conditions, though of course his cheeks were stained red with a blush as a small fit of boyish laughter escaped, to which he quickly brought his hand to his mouth in hopes to silence himself as he watched with apologetic eyes.
The second condition seemed much more doable and he had no qualms in making that happen. He even knew what he’d wear, considering he only really had a few things you could call dressier clothing, a silent nod as he needn’t say a word to let the other know that it was noted and would be done as soon as Lorenzo was finished.
As if he hadn’t damn near broken over the first task, which was still monumentally huge and he would of course tell him he was not suited for that task, as soon as he heard the third he once again couldn’t help but grin like a damn idiot trying to suppress a nervous laughter as he thought of all the pair could do between now and their reservation time (of course in which Samuel would make for as late as possible so there would be more time in the interim), How in the hell was this man so suave to where he damn near made Samuel spit and sputter with just so much as words spoken?
He opened his mouth to speak only to silence it as the other took his hand and kissed it, such a classic gentleman’s move, and Samuel could feel himself swooning for the moment. He had to collect himself though, “I, uh, wow, um-” what were words and how in the fuck did you string them into sentences again? “That, wow, um, a lot.” Sure as hell not like that, the spitting and sputtering handyman needing to collect himself, still grinning like a damn idiot unable to keep from chuckling every now and then like a little school boy.
He took a breath, and then a second one, trying to calm himself down enough to at least function in complete sentences. “I-” now was not the time to plead his case against Paris, not when he could barely strings words together given just how much his mind was spinning, “I’ll go and do that right now.” Make reservations, yes, he could do that much, “and then be back. Thanks so much,” of course he was happier than shit as he stood up and pushed his chair in, still feeling the nerves over all that had just happened as he gave the client a nod before turning to leave and accomplish his first task - reservations.
