Nadja banged the door behind her, threw her bag on the floor and went straight to the kitchen corner where the liquor was stashed. She picked the gin bottle and went over to the counter to make a huge gin and tonic. As if it wasn't enough that she was working as a stripper in that seedy nightclub, she had to meet the perfect guy right when she was gyrating on a pole. He had come over to film a video clip for his latest album - oh yes, he was a singer/songwriter this one. With a deep, sexy voice that tingled her spine and almost gave her an orgasm. And that music of his... oh my! It was as if each and every one of the songs in that damned album of his was written for her. She closed her eyes and tried to forget him. No such luck. Not with that funny nickname of his. Timber Timbre, huh! Nadja sure wanted to give him some Hot Dreams too.
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