had been wanting to try the Habachi place out for months but there was always a huge waiting list to get into the door. Jonathon walks her up to the door as the Maître d’ opens it to allow them access.
“Nice to see you again Mr. Phillips.”
“Like wise Paul. How is the wife?”
“She’s great! She wanted to thank you both for the crib set you got Gabe.”
“Of course. You both deserved it.”
Kimberly watches the exchange in awe. These two men, who were so secretive and kept out of the papers unless it was about winning a case, were saints. They helped people who obviously needed it, and never once asked for recognition for it. They walk through the Japanese themed foyer to a table in the back with a smaller hibachi table. Emerson pulls out her chair, offering for her to sit as she looks around the room. There are people all over the place but it’s still an intimate setting for a dinner. Kimberly is so in awe of the amazing architecture around the room, that she doesn’t notice when the waiter places a glass of wine in front of her.
“So Kimberly, we don’t really know how to tell you this.” Emerson states, picking up his glass of wine.
“Tell me what?”
“Well, we both have looked over your case and we aren’t so sure we have a case.” Jonathon replies. Holding his hand up when she starts to protest. “We aren’t going to give up, but we are just saying there is a pretty big chance that the outcome may not be in your favor.”
“So what am I supposed to do? Go to jail because I cannot pay that type of money. I would lose everything.” She cries out before picking the wine glass up and slamming the contents down her throat.
“No, we won’t let that happen.” Emerson retorts, ordering from the waiter before sending him on his way.
“I don’t understand.”
“We had a deal. You continue to hold up your end of it, we will as well.”
“Emerson… I have no idea what you mean.”
“You won’t go to jail. We won’t let it happen.” He then leans into her, close enough to where she is the only one who can hear him. “We both like fucking you too much to have you in jail.” He pulls away, winking as he takes another sip from the glass.
Their conversation is stopped when the man comes out with the tray full of food. Everything looks amazing, even if it hasn’t been cooked yet. He is wearing a red chef’s jacket and matching red hat.
“Good evening Mr. Phillips, Mr. Stanley and beautiful lady.” He smiles as he shakes hands with Emerson and Jonathon. He takes Kimberly’s hand and places a kiss to the top of it.
“Hello Jeff. How are the kids?”
“Getting big. Let’s get this show on the road.” He winks to take the sting out of the words. “Have you been here before miss?”
“No.”
“Well… well… well… you are in for a treat my dear. I’m the owner and proud to assist you tonight. If your food is not to your liking though, that guy over there owns the place.” He winks, pointing to another man cooking a couple tables away. Kimberly laughs as the man starts to cook their dinner. She smiles and shows appreciation as Jeff works his talent on the stove top in front of them. Jonathon watches her in fascination as Kimberly watches Jeff cook the foods. She claps as he makes a volcano of onions. Who knew someone could find it as appreciative as she did. Once the food has been cooked and each of them has caught a piece of cucumber in their mouths, Jeff leaves them to their food.
They eat in silence, but both men are growing uncomfortable listening to Kimberly groaning and moaning over how amazing the steak and chicken are. Jonathon squirms in his seat, trying to find a comfortable position to ease his straining cock. Emerson on the other hand has another idea.
“If you don’t stop all those sexy little noises coming from your mouth, we both will have you right here. I don’t give a fuck whose
“Nice to see you again Mr. Phillips.”
“Like wise Paul. How is the wife?”
“She’s great! She wanted to thank you both for the crib set you got Gabe.”
“Of course. You both deserved it.”
Kimberly watches the exchange in awe. These two men, who were so secretive and kept out of the papers unless it was about winning a case, were saints. They helped people who obviously needed it, and never once asked for recognition for it. They walk through the Japanese themed foyer to a table in the back with a smaller hibachi table. Emerson pulls out her chair, offering for her to sit as she looks around the room. There are people all over the place but it’s still an intimate setting for a dinner. Kimberly is so in awe of the amazing architecture around the room, that she doesn’t notice when the waiter places a glass of wine in front of her.
“So Kimberly, we don’t really know how to tell you this.” Emerson states, picking up his glass of wine.
“Tell me what?”
“Well, we both have looked over your case and we aren’t so sure we have a case.” Jonathon replies. Holding his hand up when she starts to protest. “We aren’t going to give up, but we are just saying there is a pretty big chance that the outcome may not be in your favor.”
“So what am I supposed to do? Go to jail because I cannot pay that type of money. I would lose everything.” She cries out before picking the wine glass up and slamming the contents down her throat.
“No, we won’t let that happen.” Emerson retorts, ordering from the waiter before sending him on his way.
“I don’t understand.”
“We had a deal. You continue to hold up your end of it, we will as well.”
“Emerson… I have no idea what you mean.”
“You won’t go to jail. We won’t let it happen.” He then leans into her, close enough to where she is the only one who can hear him. “We both like fucking you too much to have you in jail.” He pulls away, winking as he takes another sip from the glass.
Their conversation is stopped when the man comes out with the tray full of food. Everything looks amazing, even if it hasn’t been cooked yet. He is wearing a red chef’s jacket and matching red hat.
“Good evening Mr. Phillips, Mr. Stanley and beautiful lady.” He smiles as he shakes hands with Emerson and Jonathon. He takes Kimberly’s hand and places a kiss to the top of it.
“Hello Jeff. How are the kids?”
“Getting big. Let’s get this show on the road.” He winks to take the sting out of the words. “Have you been here before miss?”
“No.”
“Well… well… well… you are in for a treat my dear. I’m the owner and proud to assist you tonight. If your food is not to your liking though, that guy over there owns the place.” He winks, pointing to another man cooking a couple tables away. Kimberly laughs as the man starts to cook their dinner. She smiles and shows appreciation as Jeff works his talent on the stove top in front of them. Jonathon watches her in fascination as Kimberly watches Jeff cook the foods. She claps as he makes a volcano of onions. Who knew someone could find it as appreciative as she did. Once the food has been cooked and each of them has caught a piece of cucumber in their mouths, Jeff leaves them to their food.
They eat in silence, but both men are growing uncomfortable listening to Kimberly groaning and moaning over how amazing the steak and chicken are. Jonathon squirms in his seat, trying to find a comfortable position to ease his straining cock. Emerson on the other hand has another idea.
“If you don’t stop all those sexy little noises coming from your mouth, we both will have you right here. I don’t give a fuck whose
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