CABARET GIRLS, BARTENDERS,
AND COFFEE
BY: COVER GIRL
Chapter Four
“All right, here’s the plan.” Chuckles grinned sitting across from Flint. “I
called a taxi to take her over. We’re going to arrive just after she performs.
We don’t want to appear to be hovering around her or hanging out. We’re just
stopping by for a few drinks.” He caught Flint’s glare. “Roadblock’s in place,
she’ll be fine. Trust me she always lands on her feet. Never on her
back.”
“CHUCKLES?”
“Flint, are you guys ready yet?” She called
from the bedroom.
“Just about.”
“Need any help Lady Jaye?”
Chuckles grinned walking towards the closed door.
“Not from you…DAMN.”
She growled. “Who the hell designed this one?”
“Aubrey, why what’s the
problem?” Chuckles grin faded.
“What does she have against
necklines?”
“Huh?” Flint whipped around as the door
opened.
“Chuckles, the next time you have her design something…” she
fumed.
“She said it’s the latest fashion,” he suppressed a grin. “It
looks great, doesn’t it Flint?”
“I—ah…don’t know if I’d go that far. I
mean it’s a bit revealing.” He gulped.
“Revealing, I can’t bend over
without popping out,” she glared at them. “Forget it I’m changing…I can’t go on
like this,” she stormed back inside the bedroom.
“Lady Jaye, you don’t
have time. You’re going to be late,” Chuckles pounded the door.
“I’m not
going on like this. Give me 5 minutes, where’s my heels? Flint have you seen my
silver heels. They were on the top shelf.”
“I might have pushed them back
earlier. I’ll get them as soon as you’re…ah...dressed,” he
stammered.
“I’m dressed, can you get them down for me please,” she flung
the door open. “Well, how’s this one?” She turned around showing off a silver
dress that fell to her knees accentuating every curve as it clung to her. It’s
straps resting just off her shoulders, with a slit going from her knee to her
hip along one side. “Flint? Chuckles?”
<WOW> “I-ah…I’ll get your
heels,” a flustered Flint pushed past the door to find them.
“You look
great. I mean Ginger Dauphine looks great. Doesn’t she Flint?” Chuckles
emphasized her cover. <This guy’s too easy to play with. > He watched
Flint handing her the heels. <Look at him…God I hope he can handle this or
we’re all in a shitload of trouble. >
“Ah…yeah…you’re sure you don’t
need me there any earlier?” absentmindedly tugging his collar.
“Flint,
I’ll be fine,” she smiled brightly. “Just follow Chuckles lead once you get
there.” She slipped her heels on and stood smoothing her skirt.
“Think
I’m ready,” she looked once more at her appearance stepping to a mirror touching
up her lipstick, and brushing a few stray hairs back in place.
“Hmmm?”
Chuckles grinned, rubbing his hands together. “I’d say its show
time. We’ve got your back,” he held up a small device.
“What’s that?”
Flint frowned.
“A receiver,” Chuckles smirked slipping it inside his
pants pocket. “I got an earpiece that looks like a hearing aid. We’ll hear
everything that goes on once she’s off the stage. The music’s too loud when she
sings for us to hear clearly...other than that we’ll hear it all.”
“I’ll
see you when I get back. Oh, Chuckles lose the bloody shirt. It’s a club not a
luau,” she called from the door.
Flint and Chuckles walked in the door as
planned, taking a seat at the bar when Roadblock passed.
“Where is she?”
Flint turned from his seat to scan the club.
“By the stage,” Roadblock
leaned against the bar for a moment reaching for a stack of messages. Flint
watched him head towards a table in the corner. His eyes settled on Baderas
ordering one of his bodyguards to do something. Flint instinctively stood when
he saw he was headed straight for towards Lady Jaye stepping down from the
stage.
“Wait…she’s fine,” Chuckles pulled his arm back. “She can handle
him, and if she gets into trouble we’ll get her,” he touched his ear. “Watch and
learn, she’s a natural.” Chuckles waved the bartender down for two
beers.
“You wanted to see me, Mr…” Lady Jaye raised a brow.
“Tony
Baderas, call me Tony,” he stood to greet her lifting her hand to his lips.
“Your voice is incredible,” he smoothly complimented her before waving his men
to distance themselves. “Please join me for a drink.”
“What’s going on?”
Flint growled.
“Usual stuff, he’s hitting on her,” Chuckles shrugged,
noticing Flint tense. “Take it easy will ya, she’s a big girl. She can handle
herself.”
Flint leaned back clenching and unclenching his fists as he
watched. “Chuckles, I thought she’s supposed to get a diskette or something,”
Flint hissed a low whisper.
“I’m getting it once he’s distracted. I’ll
slip inside his office,” he slapped Flint’s shoulder. “Quit your
worrying…”
“I’m not worried,” Flint growled.
“Yeah sure,” Chuckles
murmured to himself taking a swig of his beer.
They watched one of the
bodyguards bring a champagne bucket over to her table. Another man picked it up
to display before opening the bottle with a loud pop and pouring two glasses for
them.
“Good year…the champagne,” Chuckles caught Flint’s glare. “Watch
this she takes a sip slowly, never rushed. She’ll set the glass down close to
her. When he offers another…there she goes lightly covering the glass with her
fingers, and…”
“Chuckles,” Flint growled “I really don’t need a play by
play before it happens.”
“Hey, just telling you she knows what she’s
doing,” he set his bottle down. “I’ve got work to do.” He nodded and walked off
asking the bartender the way to the mens room. Roadblock followed at a distance
to block the hall leading to the office.
<Great…leave me here to watch
her with loverboy. > Flint glared at the table, nursing his beer. He watched
Tony stand and move to the back of her chair assisting her up. <Where’s she
going? > He frowned. <Hey buddy…get your hands off her. > He tightened
his hold on the bottle, his knuckles whitening. He watched Tony lead her on to
the dance floor, spinning her out and pulling her back towards him in a dance.
<It’s just a cover. She’s not having fun, so why the hell is she smiling like
that? > His jaw setting, he moved closer taking a seat at an empty
table.
“What did I miss, anything good?” Chuckles slapped him on the back
and plopped down in the chair next to him.
“NO!” Flint growled watching
Tony’s hand resting on her lower back. “Did you get it?” Flint
hissed.
“Nope, it wasn’t there. He’s got to have it someplace else…maybe
his house or apartment.” He shrugged. “I may have to send her in for it unless I
find a way inside.”
“Send her where?” Flint scowled.
“Flint she
can handle him.”
“Yeah…I see how she’s handling him,” he growled watching
her laughing, and Tony leading her off the floor to his table. “What’s she
laughing about?”
“He’s feeding her lines,” Chuckles eyes perked up at the
same time she said something.
“What…what did she?” Flint grabbed his
arm.
“She…ah...said she loved to but she can’t she’s seeing someone.”
Chuckles smirked humorously.
“Love to what?” Flint hissed.
“Go
back to his place…wait sit down,” he grabbed Flint’s arm as he tried to stand.
“She won’t go anywhere with him. Why don’t you head on back to the hotel?
Tonight’s a wrap. She’s leaving in a few minutes anyway.”
“Yeah sure,”
Flint stormed off.
<He said she was leaving in a few minutes….that was
3 fucking hours ago. > Flint paced the suite watching the clock. <Where
the hell is she? > He heard the sound of the door clicking, unlocking and
stalked forward yanking it open.
“Hey,” she stumbled in colliding into
him. He caught her by the shoulders.
“Where have you been?” he
growled.
“Huh?” She furled her brow. “I was at the
club.”
“Chuckles said you were leaving 3 hours ago,” he glared at
her.
“Dash? What’s wrong?” She pried his hands from her shoulders, and
walked to the sofa setting her bag on the table. “It’s just an assignment.” She
slipped her shoes off, bringing her feet up to the side. She unconsciously
placed a hand to her thigh where the slit in the dress opened revealing her
thigh.
His eyes followed her every move. He felt his heart racing.
<What the hell’s wrong with me? >
“Dash?”
“Chuckles needs to
find someone else for this. You can’t handle him.” He rushed.
“Excuse me,
but I do know what I’m doing?” She growled.
“Really, he was all over you
like a….”
“It’s a cover. He’s nothing but an assignment, and you’re out
of your mind if you think for one minute I’m going to end up on my back with
him.” She sprung to her feet standing up to him.
He was livid. He saw
images of her lying in bed with Tony flashing through his mind. “You’re off this
assignment!”
“Like hell I am,” she growled, “let’s see what Duke has to
say about that.” She grabbed for his cell phone.
“I said you’re off.
You’re not going near him again,” he growled grabbing her wrist and taking the
cell phone back. He snapped it to his belt and pulled her around to face
him.
She locked eyes with him. <Oh my God, he’s jealous. > Her eyes
went wide. She decided to push the envelope. “Why?”
“He’s only after one
thing, and if he doesn’t get it...”
“What makes you think I’m not?” She
stepped closer grabbing the front of his shirt.
“He’s…ah…dangerous,” his
breath became ragged.
“So are you,” she looked up at him, a mischievous
glint in her eyes. She reached up tracing his jaw with her fingertips.
He
pulled back. “You know we…ah...have a lot to do…with the mission…I
mean.”
“Thought you pulled me off it?” she smirked reaching for his top
button as his cell phone rang.
She grabbed it from his hip. Flipping it
open, she cast him a wicked smile, “He’s busy…call back at a decent
hour.”
He watched as she snapped it shut and tossed it behind her to the
floor. “ALLIE! What if that was important?”
“It wasn’t. Now, are you
going to shut up and kiss me or what?” She pulled his face down to hers, lightly
brushing her lips over his.
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