'The secret to be Good, is to hide the Evil'
Maia Severino, a girl running from her past but stuck in a life she can't continue, doing anything to survive.
Carlos Marchetti, a man in charge, always knowing what to do next, always getting what he wa...
"Hello sir, I'm Celeste your waitress tonight, what can I get you?" I say as confidently as I can muster up. My body tingles in his presence but he looks so calm and collected compared to me.
I shuffle hesitantly on my heels waiting for his response; he seems as though he is deliberately waiting to reply so he can see the affect he has on my body. And damn if he doesn't know what he is doing to me.
Most nights I perform but of course the night this beautiful man walks in I must serve him, just great universe.
Thanks a lot.
I know men don't like being called beautiful because they think it's too feminine and weak, but it is the only words that come to mind when I look at him.
"Rum and coke" he speak with an Italian accent in a dominating raspy tone, sending a chill down my spine. My knees feel like they could give way on me at any moment.
No one has ever had this effect on me before because of their looks but he's different, he just holds power in his very existence. I nod at his choice and turn towards the bar to give the barista his order.
I can feel his stare burning into my back as I wait for Veronica who is behind the bar to prepare the drink. "That man your serving, he's so hot, what's his name?" Veronica questions, clearly angry that I got to serve him.
It's quite funny that all the girls tonight think they can get in his pants, I pretty sure he has higher standards than us girls that work in a strip club. It's not that we aren't great people, it's just we are perceived as whores so know one respects us.
"I don't know he didn't say", her face drops at my words; I don't want to have a full conversation with a jealous Veronica- that's when she is the bitchiest.
She passes me the rum and coke with a smug grin, trying to hide her annoyance, but I can read her like a book. I take a deep breath to calm myself down before heading back past the stage to the booth where 'Mr sex on legs' is waiting, I really do need to get his name.
"Here you go sir" I say placing the drink in front of him; I can tell he is staring at my cleavage as I lean over to collect the money he has left on the table.
He grabs my wrist before I can leave, his touch sending electricity into my skin, my heart rate increases, thumping in my chest as he looks at my face. "I forgot to tip you" he states.
I turn away from his gaze to recollect myself, "umm, you can leave it at the bar it gets shared between all the staff when we are waitressing", his displeased look is obvious on his face.
He hesitates before he nods at my response. I walk as quickly as I can in these heels into one of the back rooms and let out a breath, I didn't realise I was holding in.
Thank God that's over.
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