The sound of shower woke Danielle, the cool air chilled the bare skin of her back as she peeked out through her hooded eyes to notice she had no clue where she was. Slowly sitting up the sheet that kept her chest covered soon fell away from her naked breasts. The thunderous pounding in her head caused her to winch once she was fully sitting up.
Quickly finding her clothes with her eyes she stumbled from the bed trying to put them back on in a haste. "Where the hell am I?" She whispered to herself as she shoved her legs through the skirt she had worn the night before, "Where the hell is Mel?"
Finally dressed in her skirt and bra from the night before, Danielle was still hunting down her shirt from the night before as her phone started to buzz as it played one of her songs as an alarm. The haunting beautiful melody always caused her to sing along with it, even now, in a desperate hunt for her shirt she sang softly with the music.
"There you are." She huffed as she through the male jeans off her shirt and pulled it out to turn it right side out.
Fumbling about with her shirt she never heard the water shut off or the creak of the bathroom door opening.
"Nice voice." The deep voice came from behind Danielle causing her to jump and quickly attempt to cover her barely covered breasts with her hands. Turning she saw the stripper from the club.
"Oh please don't tell me we did what I think we did." Shaking her head, Danielle quickly pulled the shirt on looking back at the mostly naked man standing there only wrapped in a towel. Of course he was sexy as hell, he was a stripper from Christ's sake. The man was practically a god in her eyes, didn't make him any less of a douche though. "Wonderful, I'm late for the hair dresser, and I had a one night stand with the douche of the year." Danielle cursed at herself under her breathe.
"You didn't seem to feel that way about me last night." He quipped as he quirked a smile at her.
"Henry, is it?"
"No, it's Henri, 'On-ri'. It's French." He smiled as he dropped his towel to the floor exposing what none of the women got to see last night. "Not so 'wee', huh?" Gifted, that's all Danielle could think as she watched him walk over to a suit case and pull out a pair of boxers. An errant thought crossed her mind as she was forever engrained with the vision of his rather large manhood, how could he of possibly not hurt her? She should be sore right? Moving very slightly her body didn't twinge at all, in fact she felt down right glorious! "And you are Danielle, though you wanted me to call you Dani last night."
Pulling herself out of her naked induced stupor, "Only my friends call me Dani. And like I said I am late." Scrambling to find her heels, she snagged them from the floor and grabbed her purse and phone as she made her way to the door. "Umm... I guess thank you for last night. Have a nice life."
Watching her back retreat to the door, Henri couldn't help to admire her. Of course she wasn't his usual type, but something about this woman was intriguing. Especially her attitude towards him. Most woman melted into a puddle of pure lust at his feet but not 'Dani'. She was a challenge, and Henri loved a challenge.
"Don't want me to call you?" He joked as he watched her turn towards him with fire behind her blue eyes.
"Is that what you really think I want from you?" She half snorted as she looked over the man before her. His pale blue eyes and buzzed brown hair was a definite plus for him but it was that chiseled look all over that did it, looking like he could easily compete with the statue of David, Danielle shook her head. "You may expect that from all the other women you have slept with, but know this, I'm not like others."
"Oh trust me, I know that."
"Yeah, that's right, I'm not a size two and part time as a model. I guess you can call me your wake up call, I'm what a real woman looks like. Sorry to disappoint you." With that, Danielle swung open the door and made her way down the hall desperately trying to dial Mel's number.
