My Room Mate Is a Stripper

Chapter 6: First Impressions

Kyle's POV

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When I had thought about Danielle putting more effort into her appearance, I hadn't actually believed that anything could make her look more than the poor girl I knew she was. Damn had I been wrong. I could see her now, for who she really was behind the mask of an everday original highschool student.

Her curves, and damn were they good, were accentuated perfectly by the dark plum dress, that hugged her lower knees, leaving more than enough leg for any guy in his right mind to admire and dream about. The makeup had brightened her features, and showed me her crystal eyes, that glittered with a kind of confidence I hadn't seen before. Her hair hung teasingly around her bare shoulders. For the first tim I felt like I was seeing my real room mate.

It took me a few seconds to notice the entire staff of the salon grinning at me with knowing looks, and Danielle with an amused expression. "Like what you see?" She said teasingly, twirling to give me a more than sufficient view of her semi bare back. Bending to pick up what I had dropped when I had first seen her, I forced myself to act calm.

"Totally, I can't believe the interior designer didn't get paid more for that awesome curtain selection!" It was pure bullshit, and I noticed a flash of hurt race through Danielle's eyes. But it wasn't like I could do anything. This was a fake date. And I didn't feel anything for her. At least that's what I kept telling myself.

"Let's just get this over with." She mumbled, stalking out, her dark purple high heels making determined clicking noises across the linoleum floor. The head attendant gave me a disproving look for making her feel unspecial, and I just shrugged sheepishly. I was a guy. I didn't convey this stuff well. Leaving my cash, I exited the store to find Danielle leaning unhappily against the car. Smiling broadly, I unlocked my prize car and jumped in.

"Don't sulk Dani, you look good." I tried, my spirits falling when her attitude didn't improve. If Danielle wasn't in her best mood possible, there was no way she was going to be able to survive Lena. Running a hand through my hair, I started the car and pulled out, heading to Lena's favorite restraunt. Slowly a plan came to me. It was a fake date. But adding a real romantic element might just be the one thing needed to make Danielle act the part to please Lena. My plan was cruel and manipulative. But I had learned long ago from my father that it's every man for himself, and if Danielle misread what I was going to do? Well, there was always some side damage.

DANI'S POV

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I had refused to speak to Kyle for the entire ride, furious that he had brushed me aside at the salon. He had to have dropped his phone because he had been looking at me. Right? Sighing, I leaned my head against the seat as the car slowed to a stop in front of one of the ritzier restraunts in New York. I had been here a few times with Annika's family, and her parents were bad enough. Hopefully Lena wouldn't, no couldn't, be worse.

"Look. Danielle. I'm sorry." Kyle suddenly said, getting out and opening the door for me. I perked up. He hadn't called me Danielle since discovering Annika's nickname for me. What was he up to?

"Mm hmm." I responded lamely, crossing my arms. A resigned look entered Kyle's stunning blue eyes, and slowly, but surely, he leaned into me, forcing me against his car.