Queen Rouge Booking Novels & Stories

And neither is Jenny. We arrived at the restaurant—a three-Michelin-star gem, which already promised an exceptional meal. As we walked through the door, the concierge approached us. Jenny had given me all the lunch details, so I took the lead. “Bonjour, nous avons une réservation au nom de Noah Blake,” I told the young man, who quickly checked the booking. “Oui, il y a sept personnes. C'est exact ?” he asked, and I nodded. He led us to our table.

"I've got an appointment with the PR agency for 11." "Which agency?" "Garcia." "Oh, we use them quite often." Roxanne answered as she sipped her coffee, before asking her assistant about other things. "Did we get the list of the hotel and conference center? For the wedding venue of Ms. Cube?" "Yes. The hotel is the St. Francis, and the conference center is the Four Seasons." Bella read the notes she made on her notepad. "Good Job." Roxanne found herself impressed by her assistant's competency.

“To know that I’m book for the next twelve months is still surreal.” Grayson smiled at her comment, openly proud of her achievement. Aurora being booked for the next twelve months assured him the success of the restaurant for a long while. However, despite all the reservations, Maya had strongly insisted to leave thirty percent for walk-in clients. “So, what’s next?” Maya inquired when she finally finished her breakfast. “Your birthday’s coming up,” Grayson told her with a grin. “What do you want to do? We could have a week-long vacation back home or Switzerland or which country you like. It’s been a while since we had one.”

the receptionist asked as Josephine stood in front of the counter. Presently, Josephine was at the Royal Suite Restaurant, one of the most prominent restaurants in the city. It was known not only for hosting elite customers but also for its high level of security. The restaurant provided a secured place to talk freely, with soundproof rooms and tight security measures ensuring privacy. "Ah, yes. A reservation under the name John," Josephine said, managing to control her racing heart. "Okay, ma'am. Give me a second," the receptionist said, offering Josephine a sweet smile as she quickly tapped on the keyboard in front of her.

My two favorite people in the world, all to myself for the whole evening. Shrugging out of my shirt and pants, I grabbed my cell again and dialed Jason, my personal assistant. He picked up on the first ring, efficient as always. "Jason, hey. I need you to book a private dining room at the Ritz for tonight. 7pm sharp." I could hear him typing rapidly in the background. "Of course, Mr. Brookes. For how many?" My smile widened. "Three. And Jay? Make it the Windsor Suite. I want the works - champagne, roses, the best menu they've got."

“I was waiting for the confirmation of the venue before I gave you feedback; there was a cancellation at Sweet Lake Resort. Then they called me this morning that it was available. The invitation cards will be sent tomorrow afternoon.” Sweet Lake Resort was famous, if you wanted to use it you have to book it a year in advance. Victoria was so impressed; she was wondering how her father-in-law managed to book it. Victoria’s father said, “I have hired Chef Ray to cook for us and Deco Company to decorate the venue. The cake has been ordered. We need to confirm the date and finalize the invitation cards.” Timothy told them that the available date was on the 28th, in three months’ time. Mark and V

Her security and the Kings, of course, took priority over everything else. The knock on my open door had me looking up, “Come in, Rogue.” I wave him forward with my hand as I glance back down at the security plans, I was finalizing. I’m sure I would be going over them again a few times before guests began to arrive on Friday and certainly for Saturdays crowning. “Mike, do you have the schedule for this weekend? For whatever reason, it wasn’t sent to my messages.” I stopped what I was doing to look up at Rogue with a frown.

“Hey, Meredith!” “Hi, Julie. How are you? How are the pups? And Joe?” I ask her. Julie has become a good friend and Gael, Hakeem, and I had helped her with the capital to get this place off the ground. Because of that, we are the only people that actually get a reservation here. She says that if you really want something, you either arrive on time to get a seat or its worth the wait.

"What? No! Marcus, darling, surely you're not serious? I'm Caroline Dubois! My family are your most important clients!" Marcus's expression remained unyielding. "Ms. Dubois, while we deeply value your patronage, our policy is based on confirmed appointments and arrival times. Miss Sage was here first and her reservation predates yours for this specific slot. I will be attending to Miss Sage now." A triumphant surge went through me. Victory! Sweet, sweet victory. Caroline, on the other hand, looked like she'd been slapped. Her perfect composure shattered, replaced by a furious scowl.

Sienna actually squeals then shoves her phone at me and I scroll through the options. I don’t even read the descriptions. I just pick eight that look nothing like Sebastian. Dark where he’s light. Casual where he’s polished. Smiling where he’s serious. “Eight?” Sienna’s eyes are huge. “Oh my god.” “Go big or go home, right?” I pull out the Amex and enter the card information. The confirmation comes through immediately. Eight models. Two-hour booking. Arriving in thirty minutes. I order another bottle of wine. By the time they arrive I’m well past tipsy and heading toward reckless.