Bellissimo Angelo - Book Three

Chapter 8 - Interlude At The Park

I awaken the next morning to the sun shining through the blinds. I sit up in bed and smile ear to ear. The first thing on my mind...Dominic. 

Wow! I can't wait to go to work tonight. That's a first! I roll out of bed and hop in the shower.  I make sure to spend extra time moisturizing once I get out and dry off. I prance over to my closet in my bedroom and pick out my cutest outfit - my blue jean jacket and white cotton sundress.  I spend extra time fixing my hair and putting makeup on. I hardly ever put makeup on, but best believe I am tonight! I slip on some jewelry and my suede boots before strutting down the hallway into the kitchen. 

I walk over to the refrigerator to pick something to eat when suddenly I'm startled as I feel something cold and wet on the back of my leg. I spin around to find Chloe at my feet, wagging her tail. I bend down to pick her up, "Hello, little fluff nugget." I tell her as I rub her ear.

In return, she runs her tiny little tongue across the tip of my nose, "You are just so loveable!" I rub my nose against her little cold, wet nose. She is just the cutest!

I set her down on the floor and proceed to make myself a lunchmeat sandwich and grab a soda before sitting down at the table to enjoy the peace and quiet while I scarf down my meal. 

After I'm finished, I let Chloe outside to run around until it gets close to the time I have to head out for work. I then bring her inside, gather my things, and take off down the road.

As soon as I pull into the parking lot, I spot Dominic's motorcycle. My stomach is in knots, and I'm shaking like a leaf. Come on, Maggie, get your shit together! I hop out of the car and stroll through the parking lot, making my way through the front entrance. 

As soon as I enter, I find Dominic leaning against the wall to my right, "Hey, Dominic." I call out in passing.

He glances down at me, flashing a sexy grin, "Hey Maggie."

I walk straight across the room and down the hallway to clock in and get ready for my shift. As I come out and stroll around the bar, I can feel his eyes boring a hole through me. Alisha is already tending the bar as I get started. She casually approaches me, "Hey Maggie, did you meet the new security guard?"

I chuckle, "Yeah, it's Dominic, right?"

She sighs audibly, "Yep, he's so fucking gorgeous! I just want to sit on his face." 

I playfully tap her arm, "Wow, that is graphic! Thank you for the mental picture." 

She sticks her tongue out at me before approaching a customer, waiting to place his order. I make my rounds at the bar, checking on the customers before I begin to wash the dirty glasses in the sink. I would occasionally steal glances at Dominic, and each time his eyes were fixated on me and only me. I begin to become self-conscious since I've never been the center of attention;  this is an entirely new experience for me. I can't for the life of me figure out why he isn't focusing his attention on Alisha. She's the girl with the perfect tits and perfect ass that every guy goes ape shit over. 

Around 2:00 am, Alisha, finishes up her shift; the bar is nearly cleared out at this point. She approaches me, "I'm about to give Mr. Irresistible my number," she whispers as she flashes a piece of paper with her digits written out. 

I snicker, "Go get him, girl." I tell her. 

She grabs her purse from behind the bar, "Wish me luck." she says. 

I watch as she struts towards the front where Dominic is standing. The two of them exchange words, and she slips the piece of paper with her number into the pocket of his uniform shirt; his eyes never leave mine. Well, there's that... Another man falling for Alisha's charms.  I can feel the bile rise in my throat as she runs her hand across his chest before exiting through the front doors. Once she leaves,  he fishes the piece of paper out of his pocket, crumples it up, and pitches it into the trash. Holy shit! My legs begin to tremble; I spin around and lean on the bar as I attempt to rationalize what I just witnessed. You mean to tell me there is a man out there who is not putty in Alisha's hands? Could this possibly indicate that he is into me?