Chapter 12 A Date With The Surrogate

• Rodri's POV
• “Want another drink, handsome?” The stripper purred in a seductive tone, wrapping her long, shiny fingers around the expensive champagne in the ice bucket on my table.
• I opened my eyes half way to look at her. She was sitting on my thighs, straddling me, with one hand in my hair, and her voluptuous breasts in front of my face. I answered gruffly, “I’m good. Pour yourself a drink, if you want some.”