The rebirth of Andrew Bishop - chapter 17 - Sex Stories

The rebirth of Andrew Bishop - chapter 17

... looking at Drew, Fiona, Tess and himself. He could just imagine them asking each other if anyone new who this new party were. "This is your table here," announced Stephen with a certain flair, "Seb will be your waiter tonight, so any thing you require just ask. And please, Charles has asked me to remind you that there will be no cost to you, so feel free to order anything you like. Now chef has left instructions that I must inform him of your arrival so I will leave you in Seb's capable hands. Enjoy your evening." "Thank you Stephen," said Drew as he took the window seat after he had noticed that Fiona had been seated by Seb in the one opposite. The waiter left them with the wine list while he attended another table with the promise he would return in a few minutes to take their order. Drew looked up as the others were reading and saw that Chuck had come out of the kitchen and was making his way toward them. At every second table he would stop momentarily and ask if the meal was okay and shake the diners hands. Eventually he reached their table. He was wearing his chef's whites and had that unmistakable smile on his face. Drew stood and offered his hand to Chuck as the chef halted between Tess and Fee on the other side of the table. "Drew, Dave," he almost shouted, "So good to see you again." He then turned, "And Tess," he welcomed in a much quieter voice, "Absolutely my pleasure to see you," and took her offered hand and squeezed it softly. "And who might this delightful ...

... creature be?" Chuck asked. "Fiona I'd like you to meet Charles. Charles, Fiona," answered a gesturing Drew. "My pleasure indeed," said the chef, "And please call me Chuck." He held her hand a little longer than seemed normal to Drew, but who wouldn't have if they'd had the chance. "Have you ordered anything yet?" asked Chuck. "No we were just going over the wine list when you came out," Drew explained. "Would you like champagne? I know we just got some lovely magnums of Moët in," he asked as he scanned their faces for an answer. "Why sure, but Moët, isn't it a bit extravagant?" asked Drew. "Nonsense Drew, they haven't stopped making it and I'm paying," Chuck laughed, then turned and shouted across two tables to the barman, "Jessie, some of that new Moët for my friends and an ice bucket please." Drew thought it was hardly the image that Stephen would want, the chef yelling in the dining room like that. He was also acutely aware that all of the other patrons were looking at their table wondering who these 'celebrities' were. Jessie, the bar manager his name tag called him, promptly arrived with a large bottle and five champagne flutes. He popped the cork poured a little wine into one and Chuck took it from him. Chuck took a little sip, "Ah, nectar of the gods," he said. He then indicated that the bar manager should pour them all a glass each. Seb arrived with an ice bucket, "Would chef like a chair?" he asked. "Chef would love one, but I'm afraid chef has to go back to work for a ...