worked out. The idea of seeing her again spurred him forward.
Yes, he was thinking about getting her naked, an honest desire. But it wasn’t going to happen. He was going to behave, and treat her right. Just friends, that was what he had said. Okay then, that was how it would be. They’d just talk. Get to know each other. It would be different, that was for sure.
Chapter 5
Outdoor wedding receptions were risky at best, and impossible in February in Seattle. But indoors, there were some spectacular events. Another advantage to catering was that sometimes Cami attended such events. Though not a guest, she still enjoyed the ambiance.
The evening reception following the Sunday afternoon wedding was a stunner. On a rooftop plaza with an outdoor terrace, Blue Skirt Catering was hired to serve delectable dishes to an intimate crowd. The location could accommodate small or large parties, and the room reserved for the evening was appropriate for the modest group.
After the risotto earlier, Brittany had gone home to shower and get ready for work. Cami had quickly done the same. She had arrived early to enjoy the view before getting wrapped up in her kitchen tasks. Leaning against the railing, she gazed at the panoramic view. The snowcapped Olympic Mountains gleamed in the soft afternoon light against the deep blue overhead. Below was Elliott Bay against the Seattle skyline, and on the waterfront stood the Ferris wheel decked out in thousands of lights, just beginning to shimmer against the darkening sky.
It was cold, and a sharp wind whipped against the building. Cami’s hair blew into her eyes; so much for her hairstyle. Not caring, she continued to soak up the beauty. It was one of the reasons she loved the city. The Pacific Northwest scenery drew her into its wet, gleaming aliveness, and there was nowhere else she’d rather be.
Inside, the room was decorated in white; even the chairs were wrapped in white linen. Bouquets of roses in all colors were in the center of each table. The yellow, peach, white, and red flowers provided contrast to the otherwise gold and white décor. Cami sighed. It was just too romantic. The crystal chandeliers cast muted light over the sophisticated setting.
Weddings were touching, filled with memories that would last a lifetime. Most women dreamed of that special day, but Cami didn’t. It might not be right for her to get married. She wasn’t sure. In any case, she was happy for the newlyweds, though she didn’t know them, and was thrilled to be part of the event.
Dressed in a powder-blue satin skirt and short-sleeved white satin blouse, the catering staff outfit for the occasion, Cami felt elegant. She wore white leather pumps, classy enough for the affair but easy to walk in. Lots of walking was involved in catering and serving. She saw Malena sweep into the room.
“Ah, there you are.” As always, the owner of the trendy catering company looked classy. With her hair twisted up and dusty pink lipstick applied, Malena was a combination of professionalism and beauty. “Let’s go check out the kitchen. The party should be arriving soon. Jeremy is on his way up to handle the bar.”
Jeremy Adler was in his mid-twenties, and over the recent weeks Cami had gotten to know him. He worked for a company that provided the drinks at catering events, sort of a mobile bartender. Most of the time it was Jeremy who showed up, and if it was a bigger event, there was another guy who worked with him.
The kitchen was adequate, big enough and well equipped. Stainless-steel appliances and long wooden chopping blocks provided what they needed, along with the bowls, utensils, and a wide range of knives. Brittany was already at one of the counters with her apron on.
“They ordered French gourmet, so we will start with escargots in garlic butter. Here’s the lineup.” Malena handed printed sheets to Brittany and then Cami. “Green lip mussels with breadcrumbs immediately after.”
“I’ll start