Chapter 55 What If I Say I Want You

• Honey.
• He sat up, laughing. “Don’t be so serious, it doesn’t suit you.”
• I adjusted my clothes, feeling more urged to leave. I picked up my purse and was about to walk out when the door to the private room opened and a stripper walked in, wearing only lingeries which barely covered her body. I narrowed my eyes as the stripper stepped on the stage at the center of the private room we were sitting in, she seemed not to be looking at us, only concentrating on giving us a show. It was hard to see her face as she was wearing a black face mask. The stripper brushed her hand slightly along the pole, taking slow steps around it before arching her back as she leaned on the pole seductively. I became even more uncomfortable when she started dancing around the pole. Occasionally, she would tease us by pulling at her lingeries, caressing her hands along her body or showing off her nice curves. She was good at her job, I wouldn’t deny that, but what got me standing still as I looked at her was how familiar her presence felt.