Page 79 of Mid-Thirties Slightly Hot Mess Female Seeking Billionaire

"Bad like what?" She says, an attitude in her voice.

"I don't know, like you going into a coma or something."

"It's not that serious, dude."

"Well, I hope not, but better safe than sorry."

"You do not have to take me to the hospital, you really-"

"I do,” I say. "I'm not just going to let you go to sleep and possibly not wake up tomorrow."

"Would you care?" She asks, and I stare at her for a couple of seconds.

"What do you think?"

"I mean, I guess you'd be disappointed because you never got to see me pole dancing."

"I don't give a fuck about you pole dancing,” I say as the car starts moving.

"Okay, well, tell me this."

"Yes?" I ask her.

"Were you hoping for a lap dance?"

My lips twitch slightly as I stare at her face. "What do you think?"

"I think you were hoping for a lap dance. I think that you were hoping that you were going to get laid tonight."

"Weren't you hoping for the same thing?" I ask her, chuckling slightly.

"No, I already told you that that wasn't going to happen."

"I know that's what you said, but you were on a pole." I stare at her. "In a very skimpy outfit." I lick my lips. "And let's just say I think something may have gone down after you made your twenty grand."

"So you totally came to have sex with me tonight. Is that the only reason you came?"

"I didn't actually come though, did I?" I wink at her, and she groans.

"You're disgusting."

"I don't think I'm disgusting, and I don't think you think I'm disgusting. I mean..." I pause.

"What?" She says.

"Nothing. You're still recovering, I don't want to get you all angry and upset."

"I'm not angry and I'm not upset. I think you should just say it as it is."

"What do you want me to say, Sarah? Do you want me to say that I find you very attractive? Do you want me to say that I think you've got a mouth on you? Do you want me to say that I don't think you're the best dancer in the world, and that you should not quit your day job to take up stripping."

"So what, you don't think I'm a good stripper?" She glares at me.

"I mean, I do not know how to answer that without you getting mad."

Her lips tremble slightly. "Fine, you don't have to answer that."

"I mean, I'd love to see you strip, and I don't care if you're good or not,” I say. "I like you naked either way."

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