Author's note:

The YouTube video above has relevance in this chapter.

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Throwing myself back onto the sofa, I rested my arms behind my head and looked back up at Nathan. 

"You do realize you're technically a creep who broke into my apartment, right?" I chuckled. 

He dumped his paper bag down onto the kitchen table and turned to face me with an irritated sigh. "Is this seriously how you treat people who are doing you a favor? Because I'll quite happily go and leave you to burn to your death," he spat as he pointed over to the door. 

"Don't pretend you wouldn't miss me," I winked.

He rolled his eyes and turned back around while muttering something incoherently under his breath. 

"Were you muttering something about how pretty I am?" I called out to him with a smile. 

He scoffed. "Quite the opposite."

I pulled myself more upright on the sofa so I could get a better view of him. He was leaned against the kitchen counter with his brows pulled together in deep concentration as he flicked through a booklet which I presumed to be the instruction manual.

I raised a singular eyebrow. "Not to sound like a bitch, but are you sure you know what you're doing because I'm not going to be too happy if you make a hole in my roof," I called out. 

 He lifted his head and looked at me in irritation. "Reading the instructions isn't a sign of incompetence, you know," he grumbled.

I held my arms up in defense. "Alright, alright, I was just checking," I chuckled. 

I decided to hold back on the teasing for a while, and I quietly watched as he read along with the instructions. I was still beyond shocked that he had gone through the effort of buying me a fire alarm machine. And not to mention actually coming over to install it in himself. I had presumed he would be the type of guy who would hire someone to do it for him.

 It was almost as though he wanted to spend more time with me.

He glanced back at me. "Do you mind if I stand on your counter?"

I shrugged. "Yeah, sure, go ahead. Maybe you can do a little stripper dance for me while you're up there," I teased.

 Nathan didn't seem to find my joke at all that funny and gave me an incredibly dry look.

He kicked off his shoes and hopped onto the counter with one smooth motion like some kind of acrobat. It was oddly impressive. Quickly retrieving the machine from the tabletop, he stood back up tall and started to position it against the ceiling.

 "Are you happy with it here?" he asked as he stretched up higher to hold it in position.

That little bit of extra stretch caused the end of his t-shirt to lift and expose a teasing strip of those beautiful bronze-colored abs of his. His stomach looked so annoyingly toned that heck, even I was jealous. 

How the fuck was it possible that he had better abs than me when I worked tirelessly every day at the gym? I mean, yeah, I focussed on more of the physical side of fitness than the nutritional but did it make that much of a difference? 

His abs then rippled slightly as he shifted his weight onto another foot, and I swallowed.

Nathan let out a frustrated tut. "Sophie, my arms are getting tired. Do you want it here or fucking what!" he snapped impatiently. 

I was instantly slapped out of my dazzled state at the appearance of Nathan's usual pissy attitude. 

"Yeah, yeah, that's fine," I mumbled as I waved a dismissive hand. Turning back around, I leaned my head back against the sofa with a sigh. 

What the fuck was wrong with me? I was supposed to be the seductress, not him. This was a joke.

As I focused my gaze ahead of me, my eyes wandered to the television set, which was still playing out on low volume. The preview of the Rich girl dance from Just dance still played on, and I watched it move absentmindedly for a while. 

Then, suddenly an idea popped into my mind, causing a vindictive smirk to slowly crawl onto my face. I knew exactly what to do to get back into this seductress game.

I threw a glance back to Nathan, who still had his back to me and was kneeling on the counter as he sorted out his drill. With a chuckle, I rose to my feet and quietly scurried to the front door. I slid on my high black platform heels, the ones I liked to reserve for fun nights out. I hardly ever wore them since they always pinched my toes but wearing them now was a most important necessity. 

After all, what was a stripper dance without your stripper heels? 

Once they were on, I strode my way back to the sofa with my shoulders held high before grabbing the remote and turning the TV volume up. Then finally, I pressed play.

I heard Nathan let out a frustrated tut from behind me. "Sophie, turn that stupid shit down!" he yelled over his shoulder.

 I glanced back at him and smirked when I saw he still has his back to me. That boy was about to get the shock of his life.

"I can't; I need to get in the zone for my dance," I yelled out with a laugh over the backing music.

 "It's a dance I think you might enjoy, Natalie; you're very welcome to watch," I called out with a seemingly innocent voice.

He scoffed. "Funnily enough, I have better things to do than watch you prance around like a 5-year-old brat at a dance recital," he spat sarcastically. 

"Suit yourself," I chirped before I got into my starting position on the edge of the chair.

 Copying the starting pose of the dancer on the screen - I stretched out my bare legs and overarched my back, so my hair dangled tantalizingly over the back of the chair. 

From the corner of my eyes, I saw Nathan briefly glance my way before rolling his eyes.

 The lyrics to the song started abruptly, and I copied the first few slow sultry arm movements. Then copying along with the animation, I moved on to the next dance move by spreading and closing my legs sharply to the time of the music. 

Midway through one of my leg parts, I snuck a peek at him. We made eye contact for a second before he quickly whipped his eyes away from me as though he was desperately trying not to get caught watching. 

Feeling inspired to go harder now, a small smirk rose to my face, and I looked away. The track suddenly picked up its tempo as a new phase started. Sharply, I leaped out of the chair and started to confidently strut around the chair while sashaying my hips subtly to the time of the music. 

There was no denying that Nathan's eyes were definitely on me now; I could practically feel his eyes burning through my skin.

When I was sure I had his full attention, I put my hands on the chair and snaked my torso downwards as I bent slowly over my chair. I had made sure to position myself in just the right spot to give him a direct view of my short-clad ass.

 A furious coughing fit suddenly started up from behind me, confirming my suspicions that he had definitely been checking me out. It took everything in me not to laugh as I heard him softly curse under his breath.

 Trying my best to keep my composure together, I continued with the dance and kept pretending as though I didn't know he was watching me. Since I'd played this game so many times, I knew exactly what move was coming next, and my heart hammered faster in excitement. Not going to lie, dancing as a seductress was turning out to be a lot more fun than anticipated. 

Spinning around sharply, I made direct eye contact with him before boldly straddling the back of the chair. He cleared his throat awkwardly and quickly scrambled to his feet on top of the counter so he could get back to his work. 

Since he was a horny boy, I reckoned this façade of nonchalance he was poorly trying to pull off wouldn't last too long.

 For the next move, I stretched my hand to the ankle and ran it back up the length of my leg at a teasingly slow pace while keeping my eyes firmly on his. I heard him shakily inhale, but he did not move his head my way.

 Well, I guess; I'd have to try harder then. 

Parting my legs even further, I slowly lifted my arms in the air before slowly sliding them back down the length of my torso. When my hands slid over the rise of my breasts, his drill completely slipped out of his hand and hit the floor with a loud bang.

 I stifled a snort beyond thrilled by the fact that I'd flustered him badly enough that he barely had motor control of his hands.

He ran a hand in aggravation through the roots of his hair and snapped his head towards me with eyes that were littered with frustration.

 "For fucks sake, you are doing that on purpose to wind me up," he yelled. 

I slowly brought my dancing to a close before giving him an innocent little smile. "Whatever do you mean?" I asked in fake confusion as I blinked back my big brown eyes at him.

He narrowed his eyes with a scoff. "Don't play dumb," he snapped as he swiftly jumped off the counter. 

I watched in amusement as he marched his way over to my chair. "Are we seriously going to pretend you didn't purposefully bend over in front of me?" he huffed.

I raised an eyebrow. "Interesting? So, you admit you were looking? Whatever happened to not wanting to watch my five-year-old dance recital?" I teased.

 He let out a bitter laugh. "Well, it's hard not to pay attention when a fucking stripper show's going on to your left. What kind of weird-ass game is this, anyway?" he said as he gestured to the TV set.

"Careful, Natalie, you're starting to sound like my Dad," I snickered. "And it's a fun dancing game. Do you wanna play?" I questioned with a smirk.

"No, I do not," he said. "I came here to do actual work, not prance around like an idiot."

"Hmm, really?" I drawled as I leaned forward slightly in my chair.

"What if I danced again but this time with you sitting in the chair?" I suggested with an evil smile.

 He swallowed, and if I wasn't imagining it, I saw a little bit of hesitation flicker through his eyes. As he cleared his throat, all trace of that turmoil was gone, and he gave me a dry look. 

"You're not funny," he stated plainly before turning back around.

I had expected him to head back to the counter, but instead, he wandered in the direction of our bathroom. I thought nothing of it for a second, but then I paused as I noticed something odd about his stance.

His hands were shoved unnaturally deeply into his trousers, and he was pulling the material out quite dramatically, almost as though he was hiding something...

"Nathan?" I called. 

He let out a tired sigh and slowly turned back around. "What, now?" he mumbled, still standing rather rigidly. 

"Is there a reason you need to use the bathroom so suddenly?" I asked slowly with a voice that was laced with an incredible amount of suspicion. 

He coughed and took a second too long to answer. "No, reason at all," he answered, but I didn't miss the way his voice wavered slightly.

"Really? Then why don't you take your hands out your pockets," I suggested smoothly. 

His eyes darted around. "I-I don't want to my hands are cold," he stuttered. Then as quick as he could, he hurried into the bathroom and slammed the door shut.

I couldn't contain myself any longer and let out a loud snort of laughter.

 His little friend downstairs had confirmed my suspicions loud and clear – My small act of seduction had definitely worked. 

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Author's note: 

That's chapter fifteen done, hope you enjoy. 

For anyone who has ever played just dance, what's your favourite song to dance to? 

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