Although I’d prefer making out with him right now, I felt pretty proud of my own willpower. I had never experienced those feelings and sensations that I had in that kiss before and all I wanted to do was jump back into it, but I knew I should be moderate and cautious still.
I mean, it’s not like we were suddenly dating now where I could go jump back into his arms like that.
Just as my eyes started to close as I fought off any more wild thoughts, I felt the bed jump and opened my eyes to see Nathan sprawled on top of me.
There goes my willpower…
What, I don’t even get a tip ? Nathan looked at me with a twinkle in his eyes.
A tip for what ? I asked confused.
When you enjoy a strip show, you usually tip. He explained to me as if I were dull.
Who said I enjoyed it ? I challenged, raising my eyebrow.
Nathan’s smirk stayed in place. Don’t act like you don’t want to jump me right now.
Could his ego get any bigger ?
Please, I’ve seen better. I lied, keeping a strong front.
Oh yeah ? Nathan looked at me skeptically, slowly leaning in. Like who ?
No one. There was absolutely no one else on my mind right now after I had seen his lovely six pack.
Quick ! Think of a hot guy… You’ve gotten this far and you can’t back down now.
Like Channing Tatum in Magic Mike. I said with a smug smile.
I felt like high fiving myself for that.
So you’re saying that thirty something year old guy is better than me ? Nathan spoke in a daring tone.
I wanted to shrink back but instead I found myself grinning and saying back, Yep.
Nathan stared at me in shock first, then glared at me, and then finally a determined look settled onto his face.
Uh-oh.
Fine, I guess I’m not wanted here anymore. He sighed before rolling off me and standing up.
I stared at him curiously as he walked into his closet and shut the door.
I sat up on his bed and prepared myself for whatever he was about to do.
Hopefully it wouldn’t be another tickle fight. Hopefully.
Before I could start thinking of worse scenarios, the door to his closet suddenly opened and he walked out.
I stared at him utterly confused. What was he planning on doing in a black suit with slacks and a tie, a hat, and an umbrella… ?
Although the suit did look sexy on him. I also noticed he didn’t have a shirt on under the suit jacket.
I saw his lips turn up, noticing me checking him out.
Before I could tell him he was crazy, he pulled out a remote and pushed a button, causing the beginning of It’s Raining Men to start playing.
I stared at him as he started walking to me slowly and seductively. I would have laughed if he didn’t look so sexy.
He stopped ten feet away from me and started to move his body slowly to the music, just like Channing Tatum.
I wanted to laugh at the fact that he had memorized these moves but damn he was too good. I also noticed not once did that smug smirk that was peeking out from under his hat drop.
His body rolls and poses were done seductively and I just couldn’t take my eyes off him.
I was left speechless.
As soon as the lady sang ‘IT’S RAINING MEN !’ he snapped open his umbrella in front of him and spun it smoothly with the top facing me, and as he lowered it, I noticed he had managed to lose his blazer and was now showing his delicious abs but the tie stayed on.
My cheeks suddenly burned and I felt scandalous for watching this.
He grabbed the hat off his head and slowly trailed it down his chest to the rhythm, doing a body roll. I could tell he was a professional dancer, or he just was being possessed by Channing Tatum.
I just stared at him with my jaw still on the ground as he slowly sauntered over to me with a smirk still in place, shooting me a wink as the music continued to play in the background.
I started to look for an escape desperately. I couldn’t handle this !
Just as I slid over to the edge of the bed to escape my own hormones, he came and started to give me a lap dance. Yes, that’s right, a lap dance.
I just sat there stunned, until my brain finally processed that I was being lap danced on by a very hot and very charming kidnapper. And the scary part was, he was doing a grand job. He must have been some sort of part-time stripper.
I finally got the courage to stop him. I placed my hands on his toned chest softly, before putting all of my energy into shoving him completely off my lap.
I had caught him off guard as he was still moving that gorgeous body of his to the rhythm, so he went flying back and landed on the ground with a small thud.
Baby if you want to be the rough one then just say so. He smirked and bit his lip ever-so-softly, not even flinching from the fall.
I stared at him in momentary lust, then disbelief, then confusion, and then settled for a serious look.
I hopped off the bed and walked over to the corner of the room where he had thrown the remote and grabbed it, turning that radio, wherever it was located, off.
Next, I made my way over to the stripper himself and stood in front of him.
Is there something you wanna tell me ? I asked placing my hands on my hips.
No ? He answered, confused. Why, did you want me to seduce you through wordplay or should I- He started to say but I cut him off and ignored his fiery flirtations.
It were as if that kiss had unlocked all of his ego and smugness onto me.
Last time I checked, you were a kidnapper, not a stripper. I stated. Was that like some sort of part-time job when you were a parking valet ? I asked with curiosity.
He just stared at me for a second, then burst into laughter. I’m not a stripper ! He gasped in between breathes.
Then how the hell did you know all those dirty moves ? I yelled. And why ? I added. I mean he basically just gave me a strip show out of the blue.
I was so confused and I direly needed answers to what had just taken place.
Was Channing Tatum really just a ghost who had possessed him ?