Page 77 of Mid-Thirties Slightly Hot Mess Female Seeking Billionaire

"It was okay," I say. "Have we heard anything from Lord Chambers yet?"

He smirks. "Actually, yes. It was like I said, he loved it but wanted to make some changes."

"Oh, what change?" I ask.

"He said he'll let me know. I told you."

"I guess you are the king of knowing all things, huh?"

“Yeah. I think so.” He smirks.

I roll my eyes, then head to my phone and turn on my small Bose speaker. “I'm going to dim the lights," I say. "And play some music and then get going if that's okay."

"Perfect," he says. "I'm excited to see you dance."

I take a deep breath and smile and go to my phone and scroll through my music. I'm not even sure what I should perform to. I think about doing Beyonce's new country music song, but the beat won't exactly go with what I have in mind. I then go to Ed Sheeran, but I know that's not going to work. I finally settle on a Lil Wayne song from back in the day. I press play and music fills my apartment.

"Okay," he nods his head. "I feel like I'm at the club."

"Uh-huh," I say, as I head towards the pole.

I close my eyes for a couple of seconds and then count down in my head, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1. I grab a hold of the pole and twirl around. I can see that Ethan is staring at me intently. I feel powerful. I feel sexy. I love this feeling. I love dancing. I love being admired, especially by someone like Ethan.

I think about what Isabel had said on the phone about my feelings for him, about if I'm falling in love and it's weird because I know it's way too soon to be falling in love. Just because we slept together didn't mean anything, but I definitely have strong feelings for him and I definitely feel a connection.

I can hear Ethan tapping his foot against the floor and I try not to look over at him. I know I'll feel intimidated. Instead, I lift a leg and wrap it around the pole and start making my way up. I'm singing along to the song to try and keep in beat. I'm having difficulty sliding up. I try to remember what my teacher said. I try to be sexy. I try to put on the best show that I can.

As I spin around, I look over at Ethan and I see his hands on his pants and for a few seconds I think he's unzipping himself. He's not about to play with himself, is he? I twist my neck to look at him better and I'm not sure what happens, but the next thing I know, I'm sliding down and falling and my head has hit the ground.

"Ow," I cry out.

I can hear Ethan chuckling as he jumps up. "Oh my gosh. Are you okay?" He says, as he hurries over to me. There's a look of concern on his face.

"Were you about to jack off?" I accuse him as my head starts pounding.

He looks down at me in confusion. "What?"

"I saw your hands on your pants and..."

"I was just smoothing my pants down," he says. "Are you crazy? Do you think I'm some sort of creep? I'm not going to jack off as you try to dance on a pole. Really, Sarah, you think that of me?"

"I don't know. I just..." I press my lips together. I have not felt this embarrassed in a long time. And that’s saying a lot.

"Sarah, are you..." He kneels down then and looks at me. "Oh fuck," he says as he touches the side of my face gingerly. His expression changes to one of worry.

"What? What is it?"

"You're bleeding," he says. "You've hit your head harder than you thought."

"Oh, no," I groan. "I can't believe this."

"You're going to have to go to the hospital."

"No," I say quickly. "I'll be fine." I moan as he reaches below me and picks me up. "What are you doing?"

"I'm taking you to the hospital," he says. "I don't care what you have to say. You've just fallen and hit your head and now you're bleeding." He sighs. "I guess I was correct when I said you were clumsy."

"I'm not clumsy," I moan. "I..."

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