The Red Platt's Dancer

The Red Platt's Dancer

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"You don't come around places like this all too often, do you?" He asks with a smirk as he rolls his body slowly from his head all the way down to his thighs as he kneels on the stage. I watch him with my bottom lip between my teeth as I try not to get excited watching every move that he does. "You know, you should be careful in a place like this," His silky voice sounds out as he comes down the steps and stands in front me with beads of sweat dripping down from his hair down to his neck and all the way down his sculpted chest to his abs. "W-why?" I mutter as he moves his hand under my chin and lifts it gently so my face is angled up for him to see. "Because you have an amazing body," he bends down slowly and brings his face close to mine. "And lord knows there are some people who can't control themselves when they see such a pretty girl like you." He whispers as his lips graze ever so slightly on my cheek. I lick my lips as I watch his lips hover centimeters away from mine. "And such a pretty face too, if you worked for me you'd have people lined up all the way down the block just to see you." He smirks as he lifts me up from the chair and spins me around and sits me on his lap. I blush from his boldness. "I thought we weren't allowed to touch dancers." I furrow my brows. "No you can't, but for you I'll make an exception." He smirks as he moves my hair so my neck is exposed. "Such a charmer." I scoff at him and he lifts an eyebrow at me. "So, are you down?" He asks me and I raise my eyebrows at him. "For what?" I ask him. "To work for me of course," He smirks devilishly as his eyes wander down to my shoulder. "As a dancer." He continues as he picks up a lock of my hair and plays with it by swirling it around his finger. I look down at his eyes and bite my bottom lip. "Yes." He stops playing with my hair and looks up at me with those eyes of his and smirks. "One condition" I say. He nods for me to continue. "What is it?" "You have to teach me."
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"It's because Im in love with you" He says, with a straight face. Not even cracking a smile. I cant help but to laugh at his remark, staring at his serious face. Hes putting a lot into this act. He would never just admit it like that. "No you're not," I tell him after my fit of laughter. I pull at his cheek once before patting it with a smirk, "We just had sex," "And now I love you," He says, immediately after. "We were both desperate," I respond, finally deciding not to pay him any mind. I grab my rag off the counter top, wiping off the spot he is at and continuing down the bar. "I love you" He calls out as I get farther away. I don't react, keeping my back to him and ignoring his shenanigans, stilling scrubbing down the bar. "I said I love you," He calls out again, louder. I can hear his chair scrape the ground and I can see he starts to follow me from the opposite side of the bars. "Do you hear me? I love you" He yells over the noise in the bakery. -- "It's because Im in love with you" I tell him, seriously. "No you're not," He responds simply, "Because then you wouldn't leave me," "You know I love you," I plead, crossing my arms across my chest, "I wouldn't just do this to you, Tony," My arms are folded on my chest but I want nothing more than to wrap them around him and hold him for a second longer. He pulls further away from me, his hands raking over his face, before they drop in his lap. "You were using me," He says softly. Like a moment of realization hit. "No, I love you." I tell him again, unconsciously reaching for his hand for comfort for the both of us. He pulls it back, standing up and not giving me a second glance before he walks off from me. My jaw drops. "I said I love you," I call out from behind him. "Do you hear me? I love you," *** Friends and benefits could never hurt a childhood friendship. Could it? How far will this go? What is there to expect?

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