𝐃𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐃𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐥✔️

chapter 4

I take a step back but he matches my step every time until my back hits the wall.

Please don't be a weird, creepy guy.

I could feel my heart pounding in my chest, ready to jump out as he slowly lowered his head to be in line with my face, leaving a good five inches between us.

He placed his hand against the wall, directly behind my head. As he moved his face closer to mine I moved my head back and felt the back of his hand against my head.

"You seem pretty intimated by me, princess."

Shit he's so hot.

Girl, get it together. He's literally a stranger. He could knock you out, throw you over his shoulder and kidnap you at any second and here you are, fanning about how hot he is.

"Maybe just a little," I softly say, trying to keep my voice steady and he cages me in with both hands on the wall.

"Are you nervous?" he asks - the mocking clear in his tone - and I scoff.

"No. I just don't like you-"

"You don't know me," he spits back and I smile.

"Well that says a lot about your attitude, doesn't it?" I sarcastically ask and he doesn't break eye contact. I dropped my eyes to his chest as I felt a strange pulse between my legs.

His eyes are a stunning green with brown around the edges. They make me nervous.

I hate that they make me nervous.

He gently takes my chin in his hand and lifts my head so that I look up at him.

"What were you doing at the club, last night?" he asks and my eyes dart from his eyes to his lips repeatedly.

"I was working," I vaguely answer. "What's it to you?"

He slightly tilts his head to the side, giving me a knowing look and I let out a short sigh.

"I'm a bartender."

"Liar," he lowers his voice and I feel my stomach twist and turn.

"Fine. I'm a bartender and a dancer. Happy?" I cross my arms over my chest.

I suddenly feel my stomach knot as his thumb gently rubs across my chin. I shift my weight onto my other foot, trying to calm myself.

"You can't tell him," I shake my head up at him. "My dad can't know about this."

"Know about what exactly?" he asks - knowing what I'm referring to - and I sigh.

"That you caught his daughter pole dancing. My dad's extremely overprotective over me and I'd hate to find out what he'd do to some guy watching me dance half naked," I say hitting his hand off me. "Or that I dance at the club."

He slowly licks his lips and shrugs his shoulders.

"Hm," he hums and turns around.

Hm?

HM?

I grab his arm, stopping him.

"Did you hear what I said?" I ask and he stops. He looks down at my hand on his arm before our eyes meet. "If you don't keep this from him I'll tell him you watched me like a perverted stalker and God knows he'll believe me over you," I say and he pulls his arm from me.

He turns his body towards me and for the first time I'm intimated by his tall figure.

He steps towards me but I step back with every step he takes.

"Don't threaten me," he lowers his voice as walks towards me until I'm backed up against the wall - once again. "You'll loose that game, little one," he towers over me and I fist my robe in my hands - holding them down at my sides.

"I don't care what you call it, just don't tell my father that I'm a dancer."

"Thank me for last night and he won't hear a word from me," he grins and my brows knit together.

"What?" I ask in confusion. "Last night..." I slowly trail off, looking down at my feet.

"Almost there," he humorously says as he tucks a stand of hair behind my ear.

Goosebumps spread across my skin at his touch and heat runs through my body.

What does he... last night!

His eyes.

His scent.

His voice.

My eyes grow wide and my head snaps up to him.

Last night...

"You were the man who..." I slowly trail off and he grins. "Forget it," I say and his face drops. "I thought I made myself clear yesterday. I didn't ask for your help."

"If you don't thank me, I'm gonna have to go and tell your father what you've been up to," he shrugs his shoulders and I narrow my eyes at him.

"I'm a grown woman," I cross my arms over my chest. "My father doesn't dictate my career choices," I calmly lift my chin.

"Well then..." he trails off and takes a step back. He turns around and says, "I'm sure your father would be thrilled to hear about the amazing choices his daughter makes-"

"No!" I cut him off way too quickly for my liking. He stops walking and I sigh.

He turns around to face me, crossing his arms over his chest.

"I guess... I guess I could learn to be thankful for what you did," I nonchalantly say and he rubs his tongue on the inside of his cheek.

There's a moment of silence as he stares at me with a look of interest.

"You're really good at what you do," he nods his head towards the pole.

"Yeah well, I kinda gathered that from all the men throwing hundred dollar bills at my eight inch heels," I sarcastically smile and he scoffs, showing me a smile in return.

I hear my dad's car pull up and my body tenses as I look out the window.

I hear footsteps and my head shoots to the stranger that had just left.

"You're keeping my secret, right!" I call out but no response.

Dammit.

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