Page 13 of Capo Baby, All Of Your Heart Will Do
I’m feeling damn good, maybe a little drunk, but not much, and I don’t see the damn guards anywhere.
Fuckingtastic!
“Right,” Heather huffs, shaking her head, rolling her eyes.
“I’ll be back later. I’m checking out the hunks,” I say, smirking.
I walk down the room, looking at the dance floor, running into a rigid body.
“Sorry,” I gasp, moving my hands, grabbing onto muscular arms to stop my fall.
I grab onto the arms, throwing my head back to look at the tall man. The man holds onto my waist to steady me.
He looks familiar, but I’m not sure where I’ve seen him.
“Dolce Angelo (sweet angel), all good,” says the tall man.
“Uh, . . . ah. . . . thanks,” I smile, looking up at him.
He’s so damn hot, of fuckingcourse sinful thoughts race through my mind.
The man is sinfully sexy, with an olive complexion, brilliant blue eyes; oh my god, he has a dimple on his chin. His dark brown hair is pulled back at the nape, but a lock slips out of the bind, falling across his face.
I move my hand to push back the lock, gazing into his intense, heated eyes.
“Dolce Angelo, I’m Chris, what’s your name,” asks Chris; his eyes roam over my face, and his lips turn up, holding onto my waist, pulling me closer.
“Hi, I’m Noelle,” I say, smiling at him, moving my hands up to rest on his shoulders, throwing my head back to look at him. My long hair swings down my back, gliding over his hands.
Oh my, I feel his hard erection against my stomach, firing my hormones.
“Let me buy you a drink,” Chris says, releasing me, taking my hand, pulling me across the room.
“Yes, I would love a Long Island iced tea,” I say, grinning, following him into the VIP room.
I look around at the black leather sofa, the purple lights, and the small table with a whiskey bottle and glasses.
A barmaid walks into the room, smiling and looking at Chris.
“I’m Lisa. Would you like something to drink,” asks Lisa, smiling at Chris?
Uh, oh, no. That bitch is not trying to flirt with Chris when I’m standing right here.
Stupid bitch.
Doesn’t she see me?
Fuck!
Chris releases my hand, sliding it around my waist, pulling me close to his side.
I slide my arm around his waist, leaning into his side, looking up at him. The hottie doesn’t want this bitch, hell yes.
I’m so ready to spend time with Chris.
“Please bring a Long Island iced tea for my Dolce Angelo,” Chris says, turning to look at Lisa, nodding.
I look at his profile, lowering my eyelids to focus. I study his profile, the image flashes across my mind.
