“You surely do,” I muttered.
“What did you say?” she asked, turning her attention to me.
“Oh, nothing really. Please have a seat.”
Moretti just chuckled. He seemed very comfortable in this type of situation. I, on the other hand, had never met a woman as beautiful as her. Her beautiful smile just filled the room. Her brown curls, just down to her shoulders, made her look so sexy, and those blue eyes just mesmerized me.
We all sat down. The bartender came back, served her drink, and took away ours. We had finished.
“Would you care to have anything else?” he asked politely.
“I’m good,” Moretti answered.
“I’ll have another Diet Dr. Spencer, if you don’t mind,” I replied.
The bartender nodded and left.
“So you’re Vincent,” Clarissa said with a smile.
Oh, she’s such a tease.
“That’s right, I am. But please, call me Moretti. Everyone does.”
“But how are people going to know the difference between—”
“Moretti is perfect. Moretti is just fine,” I chimed in.
Clarissa gave me a surprised look. I nodded gently.
She adjusted herself on the seat, put her purse on the table, and took out a red lipstick. She already had some on her lips but made them even redder. She closed the lipstick and put it away. She put her purse on the floor.
“How does it look, boys?” she asked.
“It looks just fine,” Moretti said.
“Yeah, just fine,” I added.
The bartender came back with our drinks and glasses. He poured them and left.
She smiled. Her teeth looked as white as they could be. Everything about her was simply perfect in my eyes. I was definitely smitten.
"I'm going to marry this girl,"I said to myself.
“I’m here for the job,” she said softly.
“Yes, I know. I was thinking that you would be better suited to help me manage the escort service than working as a bartender, as my father suggested.”
Clarissa was taking a sip of her drink.
“You want me to do what?” Clarissa asked, spitting out her drink. “You want me to manage hookers, ladies of the night? What is wrong with you? I’m not that type of girl,” Clarissa added.
She was pissed. Her eyes turned a darker blue.
Moretti was cool as a cucumber. In the meantime, I thought this idiot was going to ruin everything for me.
“Relax, Clarissa.”
“How can I relax?” she asked. “You’re offering me this job in front of a stranger. What is he going to think of me? What is my mother going to think of me when I tell her I manage hookers?”
