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He chuckles and then steps away from me. "Lighten up."

He walks towards the table and sits on it. "I can give you double what that cheap bastard offered you," he says taking a sip of alcohol.

"But.. why should I?" He asks. "You most likely aren't willing to show me what I'll ask for."

"What is it that you want to see?" I ask crossing my legs.

"A dance," he says smirking. "A very slow sexy dance."

"O-okay," I say finding my voice.

"Naked."

"N-n-naked?" I ask stuttering.

The smirk is still on his face until finally he steps down from the table.

"No?" He asks raising his eyebrow. "Fine. With your clothes on then. Better?" He asks taking a step closer to me.

I nod my head.

Clumsy.

I was clumsy as hell.

How the hell was I suppose to dance sexy? Especially in front of someone as intimidating and sexy as him?

I'd make a fool out of myself.

But..

I grab my phone out of my purse and look through my phone. I can feel his eyes on me as I set the phone on top of my purse.

The music begins playing.

I unbutton my shirt and once again, he smirks.

Slow and sexy.

My hips begins to slowly grind to the beat.

Slow and sexy.

He moves around in his seat but not once does he take his eyes off of me.

I slide my hands down my body and dip down real slow before finally coming back up again. I slowly begin to take of the shirt I had on and throw it at him which he catches without batting an eye.

I take steps towards him. I push him back towards the end of the chair he's sitting on and spread his legs.

I position myself between his legs and hear him cuss under his breath.

"Fuck," he groans. His hands slide around my waist and he pushes me down onto his enormous boner.

"Hmm," I whisper arching my back towards him. My hand wraps around his neck as my head dips down once again.

"Luc," the door flies open and the Michael from earlier appears. He begins grinning.

"Luca, you dog," he says.

I quickly sit up and hop off of his lap and grab my shirt off of the floor, not daring to meet his eyes.

I dash past Michael who yells out something behind me and find my way to my car to drive home.

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