Stripped Bare.

Chapter 8.

"Pardon?" He chokes out, suddenly looking right in my face.

"I said if I'm not to your preference I can swap with someone else, sir." My arms are crossed over my chest now, as I am suddenly starting to feel a little self conscious.

"No not at all, Miss GiGi?" He said, his voice slowing and questioning on the name.

"Then is there a reason you have booked an hour and don't seem in the slight bit interested?" I snap. I am so going to pay for this later, I have never talked to a client this way and I know Callie would fire a girl for less. Especially when this client is wearing an Armani suit with a Rolex on his wrist.

He looks at me, amusement twinkling in his eyes. His god damn sexy eyes that are so damn distracting.

"Is it affecting you that I am not interested?" He smirks, a teasing tone in his voice.

"Not at all Mr Jameson, I just wouldn't want you wasting your money." I scoff, his arrogance causing me even more annoyance.

"I do not find this a waste, if anything I think I am getting more than I paid for." He chuckled.

"I am glad you find this so humorous." I growl.

"I apologise Miss Gigi, I did not mean to offend you. Perhaps this was not what I needed, a lap dance that is. More so a distraction, and ironically you have given me that by being offended by me."

"I am not offended." I retort.

"Of course not." He chuckles.

"I regret to inform you that I am not in the comedy industry." I say rolling my eyes.

"Sorry." He smirks, his eyes full of humour still.

"You are wearing an Armani suit, so I assume you have a successful business Mr Jameson?"

"Yes." He replies, a look of confusion crossing his face.

"And if I was to come into your business and laugh around while you were trying to work I would assume you would not be impressed?" I ask. He laughs, a beautiful laugh and I can feel the anger fleeting a little.

" 'Gigi'," He says while gesturing quotation marks in the air. "I honestly do apologise, I will sit here, shut up and not take my eyes off of you." He promises. His eyes flicker from my face and down my body for the first time. And I suddenly feel extremely uncomfortable.

"I don't want to force you to enjoy me dancing. And now I am not in the mood." I huff. Again realising that I am probably going to pay for this later with Callie. Hopefully she will take pity on me after the earlier incident.

"Then please, sit and keep me company. I would much prefer that anyway." He smiles gesturing next to him.

"Seriously?" I chuckle now. "You realise you still have to pay for that right?"

"Completely serious." He smirks.

Whatever, easy money. I walk to the small change room and grab out my black silk robe, sliding it over my body. I then head back over to the lounge and sit down next to Mr Jameson.

"Can I ask your real name?" He asks looking at me seriously. I don't know if its their weirdness of the situation, the alcohol or maybe Im suffering some kind of shock after earlier but I decide what the heck, I'll probably never see him again.

"Payton." I smile.

"Much nicer than Gigi." He chuckles. I roll my eyes.

"What your first name Mr Jameson?" I ask, ignoring him.