I was brought out of my thoughts as well as my admiration for my own business when I heard a deep, husky and very familiar voice coming from one of the couches in front of the stripper's pole.
"Hello, Samantha"
Oh my god.
I take a deep breath and release it.
"What are you doing here?"
"You know why I'm here, Samantha"
"Really?"
I ask whilst nodding my head slightly and looking around the room.
"Well, if I knew the answer to that then I wouldn't ask you now, would I?"
I look over at the dark silhouette on the couch who is hidden from the light as he lazily sits with his arms stretched out over the backs of the couch and he's got one leg crossed over the other.
"I love that feisty and smart mouth of yours, Sam"
"Do you now? what's to love about it?"
I ask whilst leaning against t
