Page 10 of Capo Baby, All Of Your Heart Will Do
I rest my head on the sofa, inhaling deeply to clear my mind. I hear the sound of the curtains rolling on the bar. I open my eyes to look at the barmaid.
“Hello, I’m Stacy. May I get you something to drink,” asks Stacy, smiling walks into the room with the tray in her hand.
I shift, sitting up, crossing my leg over my lap, lowering my eyelids, focusing on her brown eyes, down her to her full wide lips, every curve of her hour glass body.
Yeah, she’s cute but doesn’t call me.
“Stacy, please get me a bottle of whiskey,” I say, looking at her.
“Will do,” Stacy says, smiling at me.
She turns, tossing her shoulder-length blonde hair swaying her hips. She pushes aside the curtain, looks over her shoulder, winks as she leaves the room.
I ignore Stacy leaning back into the sofa, pulling out my cell phone from my pocket to look at the text.
Capo Bruno: New contract.
Chris: On it.
Capo Bruno: Excellent.
The entrance curtain opens, staying at the side, club music blares into the room, I look out at the dance floor.
The barmaid Stacy walks to me, placing the tray on the small round table placing the ice bucket, whiskey bottle, and glasses on the table.
“Would you like ice,” Stacy smiles, opening the bottle.
“Yes,” I say, leaning forward, resting my hands on my knees.
I watch her pour the golden liquid into the glass. She stares at me, handing me the glass. Her eyes slowly roam over my body.
“Is there anything else I can get you? I mean anything,” Stacy says, looking at me, licking her lower lip.
“Not at the moment, doll,” I say, grabbing the glass, taking a long pull leaning back into the seat, watching her take the tray from the table.
“Right,” Stacy says, nodding and walks out of the room.
I take another long pull of the whiskey, pressing my lips, closing my eyes, enjoying the burn as the whiskey flows down my throat. I take another long pull finishing off the whiskey. I grab the whiskey bottle, pour some more whiskey into the glass. I extend my long legs, leaning back into the sofa, closing my eyes.
Finally, my muscles relax.
Four
Noelle
I walk into my room, closing the door making sure to lock it. Then, I walk over to my closet, pulling out my dress and heels
I dress, then I walk over to the dresser to apply my makeup and curl my hair. I then pull on my sexy black heels. It takes me an hour to get ready; yeah, it takes me a while to curl my hair and apply my makeup to get beautiful.
I look at the long mirror on my wall, spreading my hands over my tummy to smooth the material down, pulling the skirt to adjust it.
Yes, it looks perfect, and I feel so damn sexy.
I grab my perfume and spray it in the air, and I twirl around to have it shroud me.
I grab my keys, purse, jacket from my bed, draping it over my arm, walking out of my room, down the hall, down the curved staircase. I stop at the bottom of the stairs to pull on my black leather jacket.
“Noelle, fucking hell! Where the fuck do you think you’re going,” Dad yells, walking into the hallway holding his damn whiskey glass.
