CHAPTER EIGHT #2
My eyes followed one of the many gorgeous waitresses carrying trays of champagne and hors d’oeuvres around the huge lower level of the club.
There were so many milling around it was hard to focus on just one.
I took in their uniforms. I loved the tight, corset-style tops that pushed their tits up to perfection and the short skirts that barely covered their asses.
Only members of Sugar would recognize that many of tonight’s waitresses were strippers or hostesses from that club.
I wondered if my hilarious angel hostess, Nadine, would be here tonight.
I looked around for her, still appreciating the assets of all the hostesses.
Yes, no contest, Nico’s nightclubs were much, much better than the country clubs and their stuffy catering staff.
Whitney’s fingers tightened on my arm as she saw my eyes follow a waitress with huge tits and a nice ass.
“Reynolds,” she said between her teeth. “Can you not stare at other women right in front of me, please?”
“Sorry.” I patted her arm.
Suddenly, a tray crashed to the ground, sloshing champagne all over Whitney and me.
“Oh!” Whitney stared at her beautiful gown, now darkened with splotches of champagne.
“Jesus, what is wrong with me?” the hostess mumbled as she bent and tried to sweep the broken glass to the side with her feet.
She must’ve forgotten she was wearing a tiny skirt and a thong, because she bent at the waist. Her entire ass, which was fucking perfect, was on display for anyone who looked over. And a lot of people were looking.
“Honey,” I said, grabbing her arm and stepping behind her. “You’re showing your ass.” I tried to keep a smile on my face as Whitney looked on in horror and flashbulbs went off.
“Oh, God, I’m so sorry,” the hostess stood up quickly, her elbow catching me under the chin.
“Fuck,” I cursed loudly, as my head snapped back. Little old ladies near us gasped and gaped at us.
“Lord, I can’t do anything right.” The poor hostess looked up at me, her big brown eyes liquid with unshed tears.
I sucked in a breath. It was her. My angel from Sugar.
Nadine. The one who’d dumped drinks in my and Enzo’s lap the other day.
And my mind hadn’t been playing tricks on me at all. She was… stunning. Truly beautiful.
“You got that right,” Whitney hissed at her. “Get your tray and get out of here.” She grabbed the pocket handkerchief I offered her and blotted at her dress.
“Sorry. I’m so, so sorry.” She grabbed the tray and hurried off.
I watched her go as a member of the cleaning crew hurried over and made the spill disappear. I was still staring at Nadine’s incredible body when I realized she had leaned against a wall and started crying.
“Shit.” I turned to Whitney. “I’ll be right back.”
She frowned. “Reynolds, you need to stay right here…”
The sound of her voice trailed away as the distance between us grew larger. I hurried over to the crying hostess. “Angel.”
She looked up at me. She was one of those few women who didn’t ugly cry. Damn. She had full, pink lips, to go with those big brown eyes and that perfect face of hers.
“You’re the mayor.” Her eyes widened. “Oh, lord, it couldn’t get much worse.”
“It’s okay, honey,” I said. “You’ve heard the term no use crying over spilled milk, right?”
She gulped in some air and stopped crying as she looked at me like I was an idiot. “But that wasn’t milk.”
I blinked. “I mean… I know. It’s just a saying that means you shouldn’t be upset about things that have already happened.”
She gave me a look. “What does that have to do with milk?” She leaned towards me.
“That was champagne, and not the cheap stuff, either. It was real expensive, and I just know Carmen’s gonna be pissed.
And there’s some big wig politician here with his bitch girlfriend, she said, and I have to be careful to stay away from them because she says I’m clumsy but too damn hot not to have at the event, and I don’t even know what the hell they look like, so…
” her voice trailed off as realization spread across her lovely face.
“Shit. You’re the big wig politician and that was your bitch girlfriend.
” She closed her eyes and shook her head.
Then her eyes flew open as she thought about what she’d said.
“Not that your girlfriend is a bitch. I mean, she kinda seemed like one, but she’s probably just upset about her dress.
I know I would be. It looked expensive as hell and who knows if that champagne will come out and… ”
“Hey, hey, hey,” I tried not to laugh as she babbled. “Calm down, angel.”
“Oh my God.” She threw her hands up and one of them almost slapped me before I could get out of the way.
“You don’t know the difference between milk and champagne, and you don’t know better than to tell a woman to calm down.
” She walked away from me. “And people think I’m not that bright,” I heard her say as she disappeared from view.
I stared after her.
Then I laughed. Hard.
There was one good thing about this charity event.
It was her. My angel. And I had to get to know her better.