Zak Bagans/Ghost Adventures story. With Nick Groff having left the show, the network decides they want a female investigator to replace him. Zak Bagans is not happy.
He has avoided getting close to women for over two years, after a series of bad exp...
We had spent most of the day taking photos and doing some video footage of us walking out of the darkness of the tunnel and into the light. The network wanted both still and live footage to start the ad campaign for Season 10.
Zak had been...there are no words.
When he had lifted me, easily, up onto his back, I had been shocked. I wasn't sure if he was flirting, or if it had been his way of apologizing.
Either way, I had enjoyed it.
Especially when his hands had brushed along my thighs as he had set me down...
I felt my face flush at the memory of it.
"Cheryl! Will you hurry up!" I called up the stairs.
The guys had decided (the idea originating from Ashley) that some celebratory drinks and dancing should be had in honour of me joining the crew.
Normally, I avoided dancing and nightclubs like my life depended on it, but Zak and Aaron were all for a night of "partying" and they wouldn't take no for an answer.
I agreed to go on one condition, that I could bring Cheryl.
They easily agreed, especially Aaron. I knew if I went to a nightclub without her, she'd kill me. And if I didn't use the opportunity to introduce her to the guys, she'd also kill me.
So there we were. Getting ready to go to the Vanity nightclub in the Hard Rock Hotel with GAC.
"Just getting my shoes!" Cheryl called back down the stairs.
I waited nervously.
Nightclubs were definitely not suited for my social anxiety, or my self esteem. And what if one of the guys asked me to dance?
What if Zak asked me to dance.
My stomach's butterflies had started their own version of dancing.
I looked in a mirror near the front door to double check my hair and makeup. I had left my hair and makeup styled the way it was from the photoshoot, since I liked it so much. I just did a bit of retouching on my makeup before I had come downstairs.
I hated dresses and skirts with a passion. So I had decided on a red corset top, with some rose patterned, black lace covering parts of the red. It also had a removable "jacket" that only covered my shoulders and a bit of my back. I paired that with black, form fitting pants, and the heeled boots that the wardrobe department had let me keep.
I heard a car pull up and I glanced outside.
The guys had arranged for a limo to pick up Cheryl and I, as an added treat.
"Cheryl!" I yelled, I didn't want to be late.
"I'm ready!" Cheryl called, walking down the stairs.
She looked great.
She was wearing a black, mid thigh length dress. It had mesh cutouts along her sides, and one in the neckline. She paired that with strappy heels, and her curly hair was styled to perfection.
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