Gia was hardly recognising herself.
After spending last night with a stranger like usual, today, maybe for the first time in her life, she had decided what she wanted to do.
And most importantly, with whom.
It looked surreal, but that big, shiny, tan and muscular body wanted to fuck her as much as she wanted to be fucked in that precise moment.
Except for the fact that they were supposed to be working...
And they were in a big, not well lit, empty theatre.
Everything would have suggested it the best moment for them to finally know what was hidden behind those pieces of underwear they both wear dreading to eat off of each other.
But Harry had talked way too unexpectedly, and almost scared Gia, who was completely offuscate by a sexual desire, whilst he had sound so sure, so serious, and so ready for some kind on uncertain commitment...
Those words had been enough to wake Gia up from that impossible-to-resist position, and slowly get up from his chest.
It was not the "public" factor that scared her, unluckily, it was the romanticism in Anonymous's voice that sounded like a school bell for her, turning her off in a certain way.
They both finally decided to get up, and get together, simply to create an embarrassing situation.
The music had stopped...
The lights were suddenly starting to turn on, and they finally saw each other with rationality.
They were co-workers, they were supposed to come up with a couple routine, they were supposed to practice that for the next weekend.
And instead, there they were, with messy hair, heart palpitations, and their pupils still dilated.
They kept looking at each other without words for a longer fraction of time than necessary.
Both contemplating how much more would have taken them to actually fuck, and wonder if they could ever resist before the show.
It looked surreal for Gia, just one day before, she had just met him, her new boss.
And now, she was looking at the second person she had kissed in her whole life.
Her Anonymous.
While Harry couldn't even start to think about an actual dance that wasn't this.
Anything planned with them would have resulted fake, and they would have never been able to follow those pre-selected moves.
Maybe they could improvise...
But Gia seemed to read his mind.
"What are we going to do for the show? We can't even dance together"
"Of course we can"
"Yeah, no shit Sherlock. I mean, can we do it without having sex?"
"I don't think we're animals, Gia"
"That's not what I'm implying..."
"Then, what do you suggest I do? Fire you on your first day so we can fuck each other and then forget about it?"
"So you would, huh?"
"What?" Replied confused Harry, with a mess still in his head.
"Forget about me" said Gia with too much emotionality in her voice than what she would have hoped for.
"I think we should just focus on the work now"
"Why?" She was starting to getting red in her face.
It was funny how things changed when their bodies weren't touching one another's.
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Anonymous | Magic Mike
RomanceTwo strippers who work at the London Hippodrome. They hate each other from the first moment they set their burning eyes on one another. When Gia and Harry are forced to dance together, the sexual attraction is palpable, unstoppable and divine. But...