Heart of a Stripper (2 page)

“So, why have you decided to get married so young?”
she asked.

“
Twenty five isn’t young.” He grumbled, as if the subject tore at him.

“Really?” she asked
, tracing her finger gently around his earlobe.

He swallowed hard again
, and looked over to her.

“She must be pretty.” She replied
, and he nodded.

“She’s a great woman. Everything I should want and more.” He said
, quickly.

“Should?” she asked
, curiously. “You said that like it was rehearsed. Do you love her?”

“Of course.”
He answered, looking away from her.

“Do her kisses make you all warm and fuzzy inside?” she whispered.

Looking at her, she could see doubt in his eyes.

An instant later, her lips were on his and he kissed her back. Her lips we soft and he was sure they were decadent. Being in her line of work,
she must’ve kissed dozens of guys. At least that what it seemed like because she was very experienced in kissing. She slowly climbed on top of him, and he wrapped his arms around her waist. Grabbing his hands, she moved his hands down to her tight round ass. He looked up to her as she stared down at him. His bashfulness was definitely a turn on to her. She was used to guys barking orders at her all day, and to find a decent gentleman left her wanting more. He was damn sure a breath of fresh air.

“I—I—can’t—”

“Ssh.” She replied
, kissing him once more.

Letting him ruin the moment was not an option. Running her hands through his
short cut brown hair, she felt the bulge in his pants. She moaned as she rocked against it. A groan escaped his lips as he clenched her ass tightly. Kissing him softly, she slipped her tongue in his mouth as she ran her hands down to his chest. He tasted of alcohol, but beneath that it was pure seduction. There was no doubt in her mind that he wanted her just as much as she wanted him. He was just too scared to show it, but by the way he was gripping her ass, she was sure she could get him to loosen up.

Looking down at him, she smiled slightly as she caressed his face.

“Your lips are so soft.” She replied, staring him in the eyes.

He nibbled his bottom lip and looked down. She was sure that he doubted what he was doing with her. Putting an index finger under his chin, she made him look back up to her before kissing his cheek. He was red faced and
trembling beneath her.

“Has she ever kissed you like that?” she asked
, curiously because of his reactions.

“Never.”
He whispered truthfully, looking up to her.

“And you want to marry her? You’re missing out tiger.” She said kissing him again.

“Please—”

“
It’s ok.” She said cutting him off, and kissing his lips once more.

The kiss was hot and heavy, until his cell phone rang. He froze as the ring tone seemed to echo in his mind. Pushing her off, he dug in his pocket, but it was too late.
It had stopped ringing. Shooting to his feet, he paced the room as he obviously dialed the number back.

“Please answer.” he replied anxiously.

Hanging up the phone, he dialed the number again and waited.

“She’s got you on a short leash.” The girl replied watching him nervously wear a hole in the floor.

He shot her an evil glance as he closed the phone.

“I have to go.” He replied, digging into his pocket and pulling out his wallet. Taking out a bunch of money he gave it to her.

“Here’s what I promised you.” He replied, as she caught his hand.

“Don’t sell yourself short. You’re a sweet guy.” She insisted, kissing him on the cheek.

Staring at her blankly for a moment, he nodded before disappearing from the room. Rushing back down the stairs, he searched the club for Adam and the guys. An instant later, he saw them at the bottom of the stage, throwing dollars at the naked females in front of them. Brad had his tongue stuck down a female’s throat, and Mitchell grimaced as he made his way through the crowd to them.

“We need to go.” He insisted, grabbing Adam by the arm.

“Mitchell, chill out. You’re supposed to be having fun.” Adam replied.

“No, I need to get home."
He insisted.

All he could think about was Kaitlin, his fiancée. She had been calling him off and on for the last few hours and he’d missed the last three. That wasn’t like him. Anytime she called, he made sure to reply in some way. Adam and the guys always teased him for being on ca
ll whenever she called to keep tabs on him. He just brushed it off because at the end of the day, she was the woman he wanted to make his wife. She was the one he needed to please and keep happy.

“Jeez
Mitchell, you can’t even enjoy your own pre-bachelor party?” Adam hounded.

“I just want to go.”
Mitchell said walking off and heading to the exit.

Looking back, he saw the young girl who had definitely etched a memory in his head. She flashed a smile at him and waved. Hesitating, he smiled slightly before leaving the club. Adam grumbled as he rounded up the other guys and they followed each other out. Some guys night out they had. He was sick of Kaitlin always ruining things when it came to
Mitchell. She was like his puppet master, and Mitchell was damn sure Pinocchio.

             
                                        
 
Chapter Two

Mitchell
paced his office as his mind wandered. For the past three days, all he could think about was the gorgeous stripper who peaked his interest. Not only had she been beautiful, she had made him feel like no other woman had. The kissed they shared lingered on him and he tried to experiment with Kaitlin, but she was always so damn standoffish. She didn’t even like to show PDA. But that was neither here nor there because she was his all. Sitting in his seat, he stared at the files in front of him. Being a principal was everything he could ever ask for. Ever since he could remember, he wanted to have a huge impact on the youth in some way.

Closing his eyes, his mind wandered again and landed on the smooth legs of the girl who straddled him.
The way she touched him set him on fire. Sure, he knew it was just her job, but she made him feel relevant. She made him feel like he was the only person that mattered. A tap at the door startled him, and grabbed his attention. Shaking his head, he realized how stupid he sounded. Fantasizing about a stripper was the craziest thing to waste time on, especially since he didn’t even know her name.

“Come in.” he replied softly, and the door opened.

His secretary Hillary stuck her head in and smiled. She was a brunette woman with a medium build that wore glasses. Since he’d hired her about a year before, she had been the ideal employee. Never falling behind on anything, and there even when he didn’t need her. Once she saw everything was decent, she walked over to his desk and handed him a file.

“Your new student is here.” She smiled
, brightly.

She’d told him about a new girl that would be joining their roster over the weekend. He usually did his research on the new students to make them feel comfortable, but hadn’t that weekend. He was too busy trying to fix things with Kaitlin because she had refused to talk to him after he never answered her.

“Send her in.” he insisted.

Stalking to the door, he stood as he held the file in his hand. Hillary opened it, and stepped to the side as the young woman walked in. She had on the school uniform, a white button up shirt and a tiny black skirt. Her hair was curled and cascading down her back
, looking at her face, he sucked in a hard breath. He felt like he had been kicked in the chest by a donkey.

It had been the girl from
the strip club.

His heart sank as she smiled at him seductively. Obviously, she had recognized him as well. Twirling her hair around her finger, she walked over to his desk and sat in the chair in front of it.
Swallowing hard, he clutched the file in his hand.

“
This is Nevaeh Sky.” Hillary replied walking over to her, and placing a hand on her shoulder. “Nevaeh this is the principal of this fine school, Mitchell McCallister.”

“Thanks.”
Mitchell choked out. “Um—I have your schedule here.” He replied, grabbing the slip of paper with all of her itinerary on it.

Hillary frowned
, as she watched him fumble with the schedule before he handed her the paper. She had never seen him act so—strange in the whole year she worked for him. He was always so friendly to the kids, going above and beyond to break the ice and make them feel welcome.

“Have a good day.” He said
, sitting down.

“Is that it?” Nevaeh asked
, grabbing the paper.

“Yup, have a good day.” He repeated
, nervously.

“That color really brings out your eyes.” She winked.

She saw all the color bleed from his face and found it amusing. Nevaeh chuckled as she got up and sauntered out of the office.

“Are you ok?” Hillary asked
, as he plopped down in his seat.

“What?” he asked
, looking up to her obviously spaced out.

“Are you ok?” she repeated
, slower this time.

“Fine.”
He smiled fakely. “Just—you’re dismissed.”

Frowning, she turned and left him alone in the room. The moment she closed the door, he grabbed his cell phone and dialed Adam. After a few rings, he answered.

“Mr. Pussy whipped, what’s up?” he heard, Adam laugh on the other end.

“
Adam I need to talk to you, like right now.” He insisted, seriously.

“You piss Kate off again already?” Adam replied
, sarcastically.

“No! This is serious.” He replied
, whispering into the phone.

“What is it?” Adam asked
, intently.

“The stripper from the club—”

“Oh my God, you’re still talking about her? Dude, you didn’t cheat so what’s the problem? It’s not like you’re going to see her again.” Adam said bluntly.

“That’
s just it. She just walked into my office a minute ago.” He explained.

“Wait, what?! Is she stalking you?” Adam asked seriously now.

“No, she’s my new student.” Mitchell barked.

Adam went quiet for a moment and
Mitchell waited for a reaction. No more than a minute later, Adam had erupted into a ball of laughter.

“It’s not
fuckin’ funny. I’m going to go to jail or something! I’m like a pedophile.” Mitchell insisted.

“Dude, re-lax!
You didn’t sleep with her, and all you got to do is keep your distance. I got to get going. Call me later.” Adam replied, hanging up.

Sucking in a breath,
Mitchell tried to stay calm. Opening the file, he began reading everything about Nevaeh. The first thing that stood out was the fact that she was eighteen. That made him feel a little better. She was a senior, and a straight A student. She deserved to be in his honors program. Frowning, learning that only put a billion questions in his head. Why she was a stripper of all things was the first one to jump out.

   Maybe Adam was right, there was no reason to fear the girl. So what if they played a little tonsil hockey, that didn’t mean a damn thing. He had no clue she was only eighteen, and it was at a mutual place for Christ sakes. She knew how old he was and still insisted on seducing him. Nothing more had to come of the situation. He was determined to keep it professional, just like any other relationship he had with his students.

A few hours had passed and
Mitchell had gone on with his daily routine. Looking at his watch, he saw it was almost twelve. Taking a lunch break wasn’t really his thing unless he was going to check on a few students. Yawning, he stretched as he heard a knock on the door. Looking up, he saw the door open slightly before Kate slipped into the room. She was bleached blonde, with brown eyes that was covered by dark Gucci shades. Her lips were full from Botox, and were sporting a bright red lipstick. She had on a black pea coat and her hair was swept back in a bun. She was a model who was working hard to be well known. He smiled brightly as she closed the door behind her. Getting up, he walked over to her and went for a hug, but she gave him her cheek instead.

Kissing it, he swallowed as
she walked past him to his desk. She was carrying a Louis Vuitton bag that he’d brought her over the weekend. Checking his desk, she saw her headshot sitting there in a frame. She’d given it to him for his birthday a few months earlier and demanded he put it in his office. She wanted everyone to know that he belonged to her. Taking her sunglasses off, she looked over to him.

“Did you come to have lunch with me?” he smiled slightly.