Page 28 of Blind Spot
“You’re right, I haven’t. Maybe it is time for me to put the work in, but everyone has their flaws, Dom. My skills and raw talent shouldn’t be overlooked because of that.”
“You’re right, it shouldn’t. I honestly don’t know if I can convince Chopper to take you on or not. He’s had his mind settled on this for a long time.”
I poked my bottom lip out and gave him the sad puppy dog eyes. “Pullleeze,” I begged, placing my gravy-covered fingers together in a prayer pose.
“Quit that shit. You know it gets me every time.”
I made my bottom lip tremble and rested my head on his shoulder.
“Okay, damn, girl. I’ll holler at him for ya aggy ass. But this is gonna be the last time, you hear me?”
“Thank you, Dom!” I pecked him on the cheek and bounced up and down on the couch.
“If he says no this time, don’t ask me to do this shit for you again. That’s the end of it. You hear?”
“I do. I promise I won’t ever ask you again. Just make sure that you’re very convincing.”
“We’ll see.”
We finished eating our food before I snatched up our plates and rinsed them in the sink. After I placed them in the dishwasher, I headed back to my room. I had just come out of the closet from putting on my black jeans and T-shirt whenDominic came to the door bare-chested and rested an arm against the doorjamb.
“You work tonight?”
“Yeah. I’ll be off at about two.”
“You want me to take you?”
“No. I’m good, but thanks though. You need to catch up on some sleep yourself.”
“Nah. I might roll out with the fellas and see what we can get into.”
“Make sure you behave tonight. Okay?”
He smirked and bobbed his head, but he continued staring at me for several seconds as I gathered the remainder of my things.
Dominic walked me to the door.
“Be safe in them streets, Shortcake.”
“I will. I’ll see you when I get in tonight.”
“A’ight.”
We wereshort-staffed when it came to the bottle girls and servers tonight, but we had more than enough bartenders in the house. Since I had been a bottle girl before I became a bartender, our supervisor, Vaughn, asked me to fill in for one of them.
He had texted me and asked me before I left home. I had thrown my old uniform into my bag before I got dressed for the evening. I didn’t want to argue with Dominic about my filling in as a bottle girl because he’d always hated it when I did that job.
He hated the short two-piece outfits we wore with our asses hanging out and our cleavage shoved underneath our chins. Well, he hated me in them anyway. He seemed to love the other bottle girls in them. He always treated me like I was his kid sister, despite the fact that I was a grown woman, a collegegraduate, and had a man of my own. Sometimes it seemed as if he were more protective of me than Ramon had been.
“You should come back and work the floor with us, full-time, Charly,” Reanna stated as we walked from the bar back to the VIP section with the orders of our latest patrons.
“Girl, I wouldn’t come back for a million dollars.”
“Lying ass!” she shrieked with a giggle.
“Okay, . . . maybe for a mill, or even half a mill.”
“Hell, for a quarter of a mill, your ass would come back.”
