Coffee, Tea or Sex Chapter 12
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Coffee, Tea, or Sex
Chapter 12
Author: Orli-bum
Beta: The most kind willys_digs
Banner by lotr_gal709
Summary: Viggo meets a waiter that offers him more than just what’s on the menu.
Warning: Some in this chapter.
Disclaimer: Yes, fiction, duh!
Feedback: Is needed as always, it is food for the author’s soul. Or else she will wither away!
Chapter Listing: http://avia.silverbloom.net/mirror/viewstory.php?sid=13281
Chapter 12
Chloe made her way into the medical office first thing the next morning. She was bound and determined to find out about Viggo’s “secret lover.”
“Humph!” she grumbled as she stood at the desk waiting for the receptionist to get off the phone. She tapped her foot impatiently against the tiled floor.
“Mrs. Mortensen, how may I help you?” the young lady behind the desk asked.
“I need to see Dr. Bean,” she replied rudely.
“You mean as a patient?” she asked confused.
“No! Of course not. This is a personal matter,” she said loudly.
“Oh, okay, Um…let me see if he has time,” she replied as nicely as she could. “He may be free later today,” she finally replied looking over the schedule on the computer monitor.
“Later!” she hissed. “I need to see him now, not later!”
“Um…let me go see,” she replied hesitantly, getting up from the desk quickly.
Chloe watched as the young girl left the desk and went into Sean’s office. She heard faint mumbling and the girl came out quickly and said for her to come on back. Chloe smiled in satisfaction. “Why thank you,” she said with a sarcastic smile.
“You’re welcome,” the girl replied hurrying back to her desk and wanting to get away from the bitch. How Dr. Mortensen put up with her she had no idea, she only pitied the man.
Chloe walked into Sean’s office and shut the door behind her. She walked over and sat down in the chair in front of Sean’s desk. She crossed her legs and smoothed her hair.
“Chloe,” he acknowledged. “To what do I owe the pleasure?”
“You’re not happy to see me Sean?” she asked sweetly.
“Always,” he said with a forced smile.
“I came to talk about Viggo, and to find out what tramp he is having an affair with?” she said bluntly and to the point.
Sean nodded his head and pursed his lips together. “And what makes you think he’s having an affair?” he asked as he leaned forward and rested his elbows on the large desk in front of him.
Chloe snorted with laughter, “I’m not stupid Sean,” she replied.
“I didn’t say you were,” he replied. “I don’t know what to tell you?”
“Really?” she asked arching her brows.
Sean pinched the bridge of his nose and breathed in deeply. “Chloe…”
“Cut the crap Sean. I know he’s sleeping around and I know that you know,” she replied heatedly getting angrier by the minute.
“I really can’t say Chloe,” he answered as he rubbed his eyes with his fingers.
She stood up and leaned forward against the desk, her hands pressed firmly on the solid oak desk. “Either you tell me who the slut is…or I’ll tell Viggo about our own little…affair,” she spat.
Sean leaned back into his chair tiredly and let out a long sigh. ‘How many times had she pulled this shit on him?’ He wondered when the day would come and he would be found out. He wasn’t sleeping with her now. But they had in the past year. He rubbed the back of his neck tiredly. “Are you going to hold this over my head forever?” he asked.
“Why Sean,” she purred coming around the desk and rubbing his neck, her fingers drifting up through his hair. “I thought you enjoyed our little affair.”
“It was a mistake Chloe,” he said harshly. “One that has brought me nothing but shame and regret.”
“Poor baby,” she murmured softly, leaning down so she could whisper in his ear. “I need you to tell me who it is Sean, or I’m going to tell Viggo about us.”
“There is no us,” he growled and pushed himself up off the chair.
Chloe stood back as he pulled away from her. She laughed quietly. “Come now, Sean,” she laughed and walked to stand behind him, stroking her hands down his back. “What we had was good, no need to get overwrought about it.”
Sean closed his eyes. He felt his heart racing as she pressed her body behind his. “Chloe,” he moaned as he tried to resist the hot hands that caressed his back. “Don’t,” he murmured.
“Tell me then,” she insisted.
Sean felt sick. He didn’t know what Viggo would do if he found out about them. Would it be better if he knew or would it be better if he told Chloe what she wanted to know? Would she be irate when she found out it was a man that Viggo wanted. Besides, he wasn’t having an affair as far as he knew.
“How do you know he’s having an affair?” he asked with a strained voice.
“He’s been acting aloof lately, wearing nicer clothes, then last night he came home and took a shower before bed. I found stained pants in the laundry, and I don’t need to go into detail of what sort of stain I found.”
Sean closed his eyes. ‘Damn it Viggo,’ he thought. ‘Why couldn’t he leave well enough alone?’
“I don’t know for sure if he is having one Chloe,” he replied turning around.
She smiled slyly at him. “But you do know something darling,” she replied with a saccharin grin.
“He was interested in someone, yes, I know that, but as far as an affair…I have no idea, I haven’t talked to him anymore about it,” he replied honestly.
“Who is it Sean?” she asked raising her voice. “What trollop is he seeing?”
Sean laughed silently to himself. “I wouldn’t exactly use the term…trollop,” he smirked.
Chloe pursed her lips together. Her heart was beating rapidly. “Who is it Sean? she asked again, her temper flaring.
Sean walked back to his desk and sat down. He leaned back and looked at the very angry woman. “It’s a he, not a she,” he replied calmly.
He didn’t think the woman could get much redder. But her face took on a totally different hue.
“A…a…man?” she stuttered in disbelief. “He’s seeing a man?” she roared.
Sean laughed quietly to himself. “From what I gather Chloe yes, your so called “Trollop” is a man.”
“Who is it,” she yelled. She stormed over to the desk. She slammed her fist down on it. “Who the hell is it?”
Sean watched the wrath intensify. He narrowed his eyes and looked into the darkened pools that were flashing in anger. “His name is Orlando,” he replied as he sat forward in the chair, waiting for the pot to finally boil over.
“Orlando?” he repeated dumbfounded. Then a light appeared to click. “Orlando, as in the waiter Orlando?” she yelled. “He’s old enough to be Viggos son!”
Sean chuckled to himself, he was so glad he wasn’t either Viggo or Orlando right now. “The very same,” he answered with a calm he didn’t know he possessed.
“That fucker,” she hissed. “That god damn mother fucker,” she steamed.
Sean watched as she stalked around the room. Her nostrils flaring as she seethed.
“Chloe, I hate to ruin this lovely conversation we’ve been having, but I do have patients to see,” he said standing up.
“Fine,” she spat as she turned and walked to the door. “Oh by the way, when you see my dear husband later, please don’t mention the little conversation we had, hmm?”
“Don’t worry luv, my lips are sealed,” he said as he held the door open for her. “I’m sure you can find your way out?” he asked.
She glared one more time at him and exited quickly, her heels clacking as they pounded against the tiled hallway floor.
Sean breathed out a tremendous sigh of relief and went back into his office to take a tranquilizer. He had survived this round, but he wasn’t sure of what the outcome would be. He knew that Viggo would be furious if he found out that it was him that had told her. But Viggo had been sloppy, raised her suspicions. He got what he deserved he decided. Just like he got what he deserved by Chloe hanging their affair over his head every time she wanted information. He felt most sorry for Orlando for he was the most innocent one in this escapade.
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Orlando had arrived at work under his own power that day. He finally felt well enough to drive on his own. He had hated depending on Billy for his rides, for it was a little out of the way for his friend to pick him up and take him home every day.
He smiled as he entered the restaurant sans crutches. His apron already tied around his waist to serve customers that day.
The store manger greeted him enthusiastically and told him that he was very glad to have him back working the floor again.
It wasn’t long before the first customers started coming in for the day and things started to get busy. They usually staggered the customers out so not to overwhelm the servers, giving them a total of three tables to tend to at one time. Every once in a while they would get four at the very most that way the customer was guaranteed quality service. But that was highly unusual.
Orlando had his three tables already when the hostess came over and asked if he could handle one more.
“Are we that full already?” he asked surprised.
“Um..no…but someone requested you,” she said nervously.
Orlando’s heart fluttered at the thought that it was Viggo and he wasn’t sure if he could deal with the man.
“Orli?” she asked. “Is it um..okay?”
“Is it a man?” he finally asked, he had to know to make his decision. He could always refuse and they would think nothing of it.
“No, it’s a woman,” she replied.
“Oh,” he answered almost sounding disappointed. “I guess one customer won’t strain me too much yeah?”
“Yeah sure Orli, I’ll um…bring her back in a moment.”
“Okay,” he replied as he tried to concentrate once more on his work. But he was finding it difficult now that Viggos image invaded his mind.
He busily worked at the table setting down plates and salads. When all were served he turned to find his new table.
Orlando walked over to the table to see the customer engrossed in the menu.” How are you doing today?” he asked cheerfully.
The woman put down the menu and glanced at the young man.
Orlando blinked twice, thinking his eyes were playing tricks on him. “Um..Mrs. Mortensen,” he stuttered. “How nice…to see you…again.”
“Isn’t it though?” she asked smiling.
“Can I get you something to drink?” he asked nervously.
“I’ll have a bloody Mary,” she said as she placed the drink menu on the table.
“I’ll be right back with your drink ma'am,” he said quickly and nearly flew to the bar. He felt the back of his neck sweating profusely. He needed to calm down, for surely she didn’t know. God, what if she did?
“Um…can you make me a Bloody Mary, Israel,” he asked the bartender. “Take your time too,” he added as he turned around and watched the woman from around the corner. He watched as she sat still, her darting around the room. Searching. ‘Oh god,’ he thought.
“Here Orli,” Israel said handing him the drink. “I made it real good too,” he added.
“Thanks,” Orlando replied distractedly. He walked back over to the table and set the drink down. “Here you go ma’am,” he said as polite as he could. “Have you decided on something to eat?”
“Well…my husband likes the Chicken fettuccine, but that’s not my thing. You know my husband correct?” she asked.
“Um…yes I know Dr. Mortensen,” he whispered softly.
“Yes, well that’s what he likes. He has such unusual taste sometimes, I’m sure you know what I mean?” she asked coyly.
“I guess,” Orlando replied his hands starting to tremble slighty.
“But I think I like something meatier, something that I can get rare and bloody,” she smirked. “But I guess you don’t carry prime rib here do you?”
“Um no ma’am,” he replied. ‘God this woman was being really weird,’ he thought.
“Listen, why don’t you bring me the fettuccine. That’s what Viggo likes, I just want to see what he likes so much about this quaint little dish,” she said as she handed him the menu.
“Of course, I’ll get the kitchen right on it,” he said as he grabbed the menu and took off immediately.
His mind was going a million miles a minute as he tried to interrupt her double entendre.
He saw Billy getting ready to walk out with his paycheck. “Billy,” he whispered.
“Hey Orli,” he called out. “How’s the ankle?”
“Fine, fine, follow me,” he spoke quickly and dragged his friend by the arm to the other end of the bar. “See that woman?” he said pointing.
Billy looked across the room. “Yeah…um, you don’t have a thing for her too do ya?” he asked teasingly.
Orlando slapped Billy upside the head. “You fool of a took, that’s Viggos wife,” he hissed.
“Oh…” he said as he looked again. “Nice looking woman,” he replied. “Very elegant and rich looking.”
“Yeah, and I think she may know something,” Orlando added.
“What makes you say that?” he asked confused. “I’m sure Viggo wouldn’t say anything to her.”
“I know, that’s just it. I don’t think he would either, but she has been acting odd since she got here, and she did request me as her server.”
“Curious,” he said with a frown. “What are you going to do?”
Orlando laughed nervously. “Be as nice and scarce as I can be,” he answered back. “Shit, and this is my first day back too. What a way to start it.”
“Let me know what happens Orli. Dom’s out waiting in the car. I’d stay but I can’t.”
“I know, thanks Bills I hope this is all in my very over active imagination,” he groaned.
“Yeah you’re probably right Orli, you’re probably feeling guilty about what happened last night, even though it wasn’t your fault.”
“Yeah yeah, god you’re right. Ever since she’s been here I’ve been thinking constantly about Viggo,” he sighed loudly. “I’m such a wus.”
“Bye Orli. Give me a call later okay,” he called on his way out.
“Yeah, sure mate. If I’m still around that is,” he said shaking his head.
“Orli! You’re order’s up for table 69,” Israel called out.
“Great,” he mumbled and went back into the kitchen to get the meal from hell.
“Here you go Mrs. Mortensen,” he said as he sat the plate down in front of her. “Cheese?” he asked holding the grinder.
“Yes please, would you, I like lots of cheese,” she said sweetly.
Orlando leaned over and grated the cheese over the plate.
“I know Viggo loves to have lots of cheese on his, right?” she asked as he finished.
“I…I’m not sure,” he replied.
“I know he did that first night we came here and you helped us. He asked you about your arms getting tired from all that grating,” she reminded him.
“Oh, yes,” he agreed. Of course he remembered. He remembered everything about that night.
“I’m sure your girlfriend loves that you have strong muscles,” she commented.
“Um…yeah…sure,” he mumbled. “Is there anything else you need Ma’am?” he asked backing away slightly.
“No, no that’s all,” she replied. “Oh and Orlando, please call me Chloe.”
Orlando nodded and quickly turned and went to one of his other tables trying to get away from her piercing stare. ‘She knows,’ he thought as he worked on autopilot. ‘She knows, oh god!’
TBC……
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Date: 2007-06-27 06:04 pm (UTC)Poor Orlando.
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Date: 2007-06-27 06:35 pm (UTC)and BAD SEAN sleeping with Chloe!!! Tell Viggo now!
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Date: 2007-06-28 03:04 am (UTC)Enjoyed. Thanks!
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