The Stripper That Stole My Heart

Chapter 12

Chapter 12 is finally out. Alright so...there's  heavy heavy heavy sexual content. I got a little out of hand listening to Deftones, and in the interest of maybe giving you all the mood I had thats the video for this chapter. I didnt wanna edit it because I wrote it all at one time and I dont like editing stuff that I just kinda pour out from my soul. Rofl. xD Anyway, so its marked by "~~~~" to signify the end and the beginning of that stuff. o-o Anyway this is like X-rated, so =~= Dont read this in front of your parents if your underage, and if you get caught.....I cannot be blamed! You were warned.

P.s. I seem to have a problam spelling from and keep spelling it form. .__. Please excuse this. Its from. FROM FROM FROM. D<

Chapter 12:

"I'll see you guys later," James said standing up from the table, shoving his phone into the pocket of his pants. With a wave and mumbled byes from the guys at the table he strode out the door without a second glance back, a smirk on his face.

Reaching his Mercedes, James had to chuckle to himself, his phone chiming out a single note in his pocket. Not many could say they new what James Inegomontoyo was thinking, it was something that James was glad for because if people did know what he was thinking, he was sure someone would've run to his wife by now.

As he slid into the driver seat, he slid his phone out of his pocket to check the message. Her reply made him chuckle once, and he could tell she hadn't expected it to be him, but his reasons for texting her were sure to shock her more than the simple act of him doing it.

'Um...did you need something?' she had asked.

Pulling out of the parking lot, he texted and drove even though he knew it was dangerous. Trying to think of the best way to come at the situation, he started off the conversation easy with harmless nonsuggestive texts. 'I was wondering if I could talk to you,' he sent her. Yeah it seemed a little cryptic, and possibly a *little* suggestive, but she was a big girl. A little suggestive wouldn't her her panties in a wad.

James drove without really thinking of where he was going, simply for the fact that if she did agree to talk to him he didn't want to have to drive all the way across town yet again. The chime of his phone called his attention, and James answered it almost instantaneously, she seemed almost naive.

'Sure? About what and where?' she had texted back.

'Alex and where ever you'd like to,' he answered.

A little over ten minutes later and James was pulling into the parking lot of an upscale hotel, headed for the dining area they had inside to meet with Rory, the smirk on his face was simply stunning as he strode inside, not unaware of the women who chose to stare as he went past. He was arrogant, it wasn't a secret, and he liked women looking at him.

He found her at a table for two, more towards the back of the restaurant accompanying the hotel. Pulling out the seat as she looked up at him expectantly, he sat down all with that cool elegance he somehow maintained all the time. "So what did you want to talk about?" Rory asked him, jumping straight down to business without hesitating.

The snarky attitude she'd had before was replaced with a more gentle one, something that made James think this would be all too easy. His hazel eyes roved over her body, taking in the look of her curves, and he licked his lips before biting his bottom lip without thinking. "Well honestly, I just wanted to talk to you more," James answered, looking down at the table sheepishly.

Arching a brow high on the plains of her face, Rory sat back in her seat crossing her arms over her chest, "Really? I find that hard to believe."
 
"Why's that?" James asked, the curl of his lips only becoming more pronounced. He looked up at her, his eyes lighting up with heat at the challenge in her words. So she really did have some tenacity.