Elizabeth was beautiful and independent. She traveled from the West Coast to New York City's Concrete Jungle to start over. Sebastian entered her life when she least expected it and changed it forever.

It was a busy morning in Manhattan as Elizabeth raced from the subway to work. She had her earbuds in and was listening to her Spotify on her iPhone. She had taken a job at a local diner on 52nd and 8th, waiting on tables during the breakfast and lunch rush. She had only briefly been in New York City since moving from the West Coast.

It was a big change for her on many levels. However, she enjoyed every minute, except for Mr. Henderson screaming at her for being late again for her shift at the diner. She wasn't yet experienced in riding the train and getting around town. Still, she was beautiful, and men lined up at the counter daily, so he put up with her antics.

One gentleman, in particular, had started coming in regularly and caught Elizabeth's attention. He usually dropped in on Wednesdays and ordered the special and hot chocolate. The other girls that Elizabeth worked with knew she had a little crush on him. He always sat in her section, and they would tell her he came in if she was getting an order from another customer.

She didn't know his name or where he worked. He was somewhat reserved and quiet. He always wore an expensive, tailored blue suit and cufflinks. He smelled like sandalwood and tobacco, with an inviting smile and piercing dark eyes. He always read the paper while she retrieved his order. Sometimes, it felt like he was reading her through that Wall Street Journal.

She fantasized about him. He was understated, yet their interactions were a little flirtatious, with smiles and the occasional giggle. She liked the way he always asked her,

"How you doin'?"

And she would reply, cocking her head, "Oh, just fine, how you doin'?" all the while smiling and leaning over the counter to get his order.

She always made sure that her uniform was unbuttoned an extra notch so her tits would be in better view. She couldn't tell if he looked at her as she walked away, but she secretly hoped so.

One particular Wednesday afternoon, the diner was bustling. Elizabeth was serving coffee and pie to her customers at 2A when she noticed him walk in. She quickly checked her makeup in the mirror and greeted him. He took off his jacket and sat down. Elizabeth gushed inside as she noticed his suit, scent, dark eyes, and smile.

Elizabeth shyly asked the gentleman at the counter, "Hey there, how are you doin'?"

He replied, "I'm fine, dear, thank you. How are you doin'?"

Elizabeth couldn't help but blush. She always did when he asked her with that strong New York accent. It just made her melt.

"It's been a little busy today. So, are you ordering the special today?"

He replied, "Yes, I'll have the special…and…"

Elizabeth interrupted him and asked, "And the hot chocolate?"

Smiling, he replied, "Yes, the hot chocolate."

Elizabeth grinned coyly at him and blushed a bit, and they giggled for a moment.

He stared into her emerald green eyes as she told him that she would get his order right away.

The gentleman began reading his paper, knowing this beautiful creature made a spectacular cup of hot chocolate. She never used water like the other girls, always cream and milk. He liked that.

He pondered her as he pretended to read an article about the tanking economy in the Journal.

"Hmm... There's something about her. Not just beauty. There's more to her. She likes to please, which is a start. I need a submissive secretary for the office. Hmm...That ass of hers would look fantastic spread across my cocobolo desk," he thought as he flipped through the Journal, feeling his cock throb.

Meanwhile, Elizabeth made his hot chocolate in the back as her boss glared at her for using cream and milk instead of water. She winked, smiled, and served it.

The gentleman told her, "Thank you, my dear," and continued reading his paper. He imagined her serving his coffee at his office, wearing a tight, black pencil skirt, a garter belt, and silky thigh highs with Coach heels.. The thought excited him as he sipped his hot chocolate and imagined her on her knees, blowing him with that beautiful, pouty mouth of hers. Her lips always glowed with the rose gloss she wore, he thought.

"Elizabeth, order up!" the cook yelled, and she ran back to the kitchen to retrieve his lunch. She grabbed it and, without hesitation, served it to him, piping hot.

"Is there anything else I can get for you?" she said.

"No. This will be fine. Thank you, my dear; it looks delicious," he said. His cock twitched as he thought, "Yes, you can bend over and let me fuck your holes now… that pussy, I would imagine, is delicious. It should be owned…by me."

She noticed that the gentleman was finished and was paying the check. He always left a nice tip. She saw him drop his business card in the tub today to win a free lunch. Elizabeth's heart skipped a beat as she watched him leave the diner.

"Who is he? I need to know," she thought.

Her manager asked her to take over the register while he checked on something in the back. She looked down at the tub, found his card, and grabbed it. She stared at the card, which read Sebastian Levy. SL INC. CEO.

Elizabeth tucked the card into her bosom. For some reason, it felt safe there, as if it belonged. She continued her shift with fleeting thoughts of her unique customer, the illustrious Mr. Levy, who looked fine in that tailored suit and ordered the special with the hot chocolate. She took the train home back to Brooklyn and stared at the card. She wondered whether to contact him.

When she got home, her roommate told her they were going out. A friend was having an art exhibition at a loft in SoHo and it would be "fabulous," according to her roommate. A night out on the town wasn't what Elizabeth had expected after a long day at work, but she didn't want to disappoint her friend, so she agreed.

She removed her work braids to reveal her long, ebony hair and put on nighttime attire. A revealing, tight black dress would do for the affair, paired with her black stilettos. Of course, wearing a black bustier and matching crotchless panties made her feel ultra sexy. It surprised her how different she appeared out of her work clothes as she looked into the mirror.

She searched for some jewelry and noticed her Tiffany collar. She hadn't worn it in some time. Not since she had been out on the West Coast. Not since Gabriel. It would look good with the outfit, and no one would know its meaning. Or at least, she hoped so.