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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