Losing The Past

Part 12

Marshal kept the conversation light, but he was focused on his computer screens and playing with a headset he wore. He explained that he is listening and talking to Charlie while keeping his eyes on the place as well. Once we were parked down the block a bit Marshal explained what the place looked like.

"Okay so you walk in and straight ahead is the booth where the hostess will be seated, the wall behind her is fake, its a partial wall and behind that is were Vincent and his crew will be seated. He sits there so he can hear and see all who walk in. Your table with Charlie is a few tables away, so he will have a clear view of the two of you and he should be able to hear you two if you speak loud enough. Remember that Charlie will be trying to be a creep by saying not nice and very derogatory things about you. Just act polite and time it, fifteen to twenty minutes excuse yourself. Bathroom is down a hallway closer to Vincent's table so it will give him the perfect opportunity to speak with you if we do this right. Got it?" he keeps checking the cameras but looks at me periodically to make sure I'm listening.

Am I ready? Hell no. Do I have any other option? Ugh, no again. Taking a deep breath to hid  my nervousness I try for a smile and nod my head, not trusting my voice right now.

"Good because its show time." he opens the door and I slide out, straightening out the dress and touching my hair to make sure its not out of place I take another deep breath, trying to hide my shaking hands I head inside with more confidence in my steps then I feel.

As I walk in I see the fake wall Marshal told me about, the hostess looks at me and her posture shifts, she takes me in head to toe with a gleam in her eyes that says she appreciates my looks. I smile as I approach and she smiles back.

"Just your self this evening?" she asks with a little more of a purr to her voice then a hostess should, but I push it away noticing how she keeps wetting her lips and sneaking glances of my body.

"Actually, I am here for a blind date. I'm kind of nervous though, he didn't leave me a name to give." I gave her the line, trying not to speak to low so Vincent can hear me.

"Oh yes, its under Johnstone. He advised that someone would be here shortly for a blind date. Please follow me and I will show you to your seat." with her professional smile back on her face, she must have realized that flirting with me wasn't going to go in her favor, her posture stiffened into a professional state as well. I followed her and glanced around curiously, we were in a very fancy restaurant, somewhere I never ever thought I would be, ever.

We approached the table and I saw Charlie shamelessly check me out from head to toe with a cocky smirk on his face. He came around the table as the hostess turned and left, he pulled out my chair that was angled slightly so I could see the table Vincent was sitting at.

"Well hot damn, I think I just won the lottery. You my sweet little thing are easy on the eyes and so fucking sexy  my dick is hard." he chuckled as he smirked and sat down across from me. I was slightly thrown off for a moment, before I remembered that this is part of the plan.

"Oh, um well thank you?" I bit out, making it  more of a question then a statement. At this moment a male server came to the table and set down menus.

"And what can I get you two for drinks?" he politely asked without fully looking at me.

"A bottle of your best champagne please sir." Marshal ordered, then continued. "We are also ready to order, for myself I am going to have the filet mignon with garlic butter mushrooms and potatoes lyonnaise. For the lady just a chicken salad, she needs to keep her figure ya know." he chuckled at his lame joke as if it was not a hurtful statement. The server, keeping professional nods his head, picks up the menus and walks away.