dirty little secrets

taking advantage

Noahs pov:
Michelle asked me out to dinner tonight. She told me she needed my help and that it was to do with the team. However, she isn't here yet.

She's booked us a table at a really fancy restaurant and I really don't see the need for it.

When michelle finally turns up, I can't help but notice how she's dressed. She's wearing a hot pink dress that's quite revealing. She's wearing the brightest red lipstick, and she's got her boobs on show.

"Hey, sorry I'm late. I was in the bathroom." She tells me.

"Oh, that's okay." I tell her.

I wasn't expecting this at all, especially not the way she's dressed.

Instead of paying attention to her, I decide to start up a conversation and get to the reason why we're actually here tonight.

Jaquie wasn't best pleased with me for going out with michelle of all people, but if she needs my help, I'll make an exception.

"So, why did you want to talk to me about the team?" I start up a conversation.

She quickly looks confused. She furrows her brows as she says this, "the team?"

I nod, "Yeah, that's why we're here, right?"

Surley, she hasn't forgotten the reason why she invited me here?

"Oh, of course!"

"I just need your opinion on something..." she tells me.

I'm now getting a bad feeling about this, I don't feel like she's really here for the right reasons.

"What is it?" I question her.

She instantly looks startled, "oh- uhm, I'm thinking of replacing someone..." she tells me.

I'm shocked, all of the dancers on the team are amazing, I have no idea why she would do this. "What!? Who!?"

She laughs, "Jesus, noah, calm down! I'm just kidding!"

I feel a slight relief when she says this,"I don't actually want to talk to you about the team..."

If she disent want to take to me about the team... then why am I here?

"Then why am I here?" I ask.

She chuckles, taking a sip from her glass of wine before saying this, "Well, I just wanted to treat my best dancer..."

"You do deserve something nice sometimes..." I watch as a slight smirk grows on her face.

She's clearly a little tipsy right now, she's had two glasses of wine, and she's getting a little flirty.

"That - that shirt looks good on you." She tells me.

"You should let me take it off for you... you must be so warm in here." She giggles.

Suddenly, I find myself feeling quite uncomfortable when her hand hits my thigh. She moves her hand over my leg slowly, giving me a very seductive look as she fixes her dress with her other hand.

"Michelle, stop it." I tell her.

She bites her lip slightly as our eyes meet, "Your lips look so soft, noah... I bet jaquie has a great time with you.."

What on earth is she playing at?

"Soeaki g of jaquie, she actually just texted me, she needs me I. Sorry, I have to go." I make any excuse to get out of this uncomfortable situation.

"That bitch can wait." She stops me from leaving.

"Right now, you're with me..."

She leans across the table, holding onto my hand as she laughs. "Isn't this just amazing?"

"Me and you? Alone together?"

I can't believe I feel for one of her tricks, "michelle, that's enough!" I raise my voice slightly.

"I'm going home."

"You should too." I tell her.

She gives an angered look before saying, "f- fine! Go! I don't give a shit!"

She then turns away, and I take the chance I have to rush out of the restaurant.

Michelle is crazy.

Why did I ever believe her lies?