Slate Bleu Reservations Novels & Stories

Sebastian glanced at the number on Rosalie's phone and asked in confusion, "Is this a special room or something?" "That's Platinum Room One, sir. It can only be reserved long-term, and the guests who do so enjoy our best service!" The receptionist explained more as she led Sebastian and Rosalie toward the elevator. The room had to be reserved for a year? Sebastian exhaled softly. City folks loved to complicate everything. If the rate were ten thousand a day, it would add up to 3.65 million a year! No wonder the receptionist's attitude had changed so drastically!

I giggled leaning over and kissing her cheek We got out and entered a rather modern restaurant called Vigtre, apparently Sarah suggested it. Blair checked us in under a reservation and we were led to a small two person table in the far back. There were bright white lights hanging down to each table and I noticed that every piece of furniture was black and white. Once we were seated I ordered us a bottle of wine before Blair could try to since she wasn't twenty one. In the end he didn't didn't ID either of us which I was extremely grateful for. "So do you like your surprise?" She asked once the waiter had left

It felt like a pitiful consolation prize from the woman Hunter really loved. And probably bought with his money, too. I didn’t think she had the funds for something this expensive. “I do, but—” “Good,” she cut me off. “Anyway, you have to check out the place Hunter and I went for dinner. Slate, I think it was called? Have you been? They brought the food out on these sizzling stone trays, and it was so quiet and intimate. Perfect for dates. You and Leo could go there sometime.” I exhaled sharply through my nose.

I already had a chance to look it over, and was waiting on her to decide. “Menus pretty impressive....hey, you’re not missing the sauce, are you kid?” Blythe’s thick Brooklyn accent teased as she wrinkled her nose. I scoffed, sipping on my cherry Coke mysteriously. My date specifically requested I show sober, and from the looks of it intended to keep me that way. Because it’s our first official, formal outing...I agreed to the condition and wasn’t completely upset with that choice. Cola and wagyu beef mesh together quite nicely—despite their vast difference in cost and quality.

"We're here, Sir." Blaire lifted a daring brow, grabbed the door handle and got out. And my wolf thinks she would be a good Luna? In what universe? The doorman opened the door for the both of us, and I found my way to the receptionist desk to check-in. "Two bedrooms for Luther Reed. Our reservations were made last week." He click-clacked on the keyboard. "Um, sir? You said the reservation was made for two rooms? But whoever reserved this only reserved one room."

He asks blandly and I draw a steadying breath. "Well, not exactly, but—" "Then I'm afraid I cannot seat you." He says immediately, his eyes already dismissing me. "La Lumière operates on a strict reservation-only policy." "Yes, I understand that," I press, refusing to give up so easily. "But I'm actually meeting someone who does have a reservation. Cole MayRidge? I'm with him." The maître d'hôtel's expression doesn't change, but something flickers in his eyes which I believe is… disbelief.

“The Azure Reserve” I blink, then blink some more. Did he just say the Azure Reserve?” “Did you just say The Azure Reserve? As in the most exclusive fine dining restaurant in the city? That Azure Reserve?” I ask disbelief laced in my voice. Nikolai smirks, amusement flickering through his eyes as he nods, “Yes,” he replies simply, the word dragging out just enough to let the weight of it settle in.

And the wine name, Bella thought, it sounds beautiful as the wine 'Sauternes'. "King Blade, we have arrived our destination." They heard a speaker which was connected at the roof of the car said. The door to the car opened by it self. Blade stepped out first, then gently he guided Bella out from the car. Holding unto her waist, he left her into the big building which had been prepared mainly for his date. Bella was struck with how beautiful the building was, at the top of the building was written. 'BLADELA HOTEL AND RESORTS'

“One suite. King bed. Under Jade Mensah.” “There should be two rooms,” Jade said. “I requested two rooms.” “The reservation shows one suite.” A pause. “It’s a very nice suite.” Priya put her hand on Jade’s arm, light, the specific pressure that meant I’ve got this, don’t spiral, and smiled at the receptionist. “Is there anything else available this weekend?” The receptionist was already typing. Already doing the face. “We’re fully booked. The Harrington wedding has the entire east wing and there’s a conference…”

“When do you plan to go? I’m -” “What? You’re coming with her?” Zyra knitted her eyebrows as anger and jealousy showed in her eyes. “You haven’t let me finish, Zyra. I’m letting her use my private plane. Dyna can go with her.” He hissed, standing up. “The dinner…” “I already made a reservation,” she said, pouting her lips. “At Ribeye in the Sky.” “Oh! I love the steak there,” beamed Sebastian. “I’ve been trying to make a reservation there for weeks, but I couldn’t get one.”