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he walked towards me. He was also wearing protective goggles, like the ones I wore when I had to assist in a delicate potentially blood-spattering procedure at work. Maybe I, or all of us, were infected with some rare virus and he was here to quarantine us.
    Confusion and a bit of fear raced through me. Ty stood dominantly in front of me. Golly gosh. They probably sent the strong one to carry me away and prevent me from resisting. Maybe there was a whole team of elite, muscular doctors waiting outside to ensure we didn’t escape. Or to move in if we retaliated. Like a medical SWAT team.
    ‘Sexy Sally,’ he said in a low, growl of a voice.
    What on earth? What kind of doctor speaks to someone like that?
    His mask shifted slightly, as though he was smiling underneath it, and he turned away and pulled something from the medical bag he was holding. Lorena assisted him with God-knows-what in the corner, and when he turned back around, music blared from the iPod dock and I jumped in fright.
    The catchy, rhythmic beat pounded in my ears as Ty strode towards me, and slowly, a realisation grew inside. Then it hit me like a whack to the head when he bent forward slightly and pulled at his surgical pants, ripping them off.
    ‘Woohoo!’ Lorena yelled, and Mel clapped and started dancing.
    Oh my God. Ty was no doctor. He was a stripper! Lorena hadn’t listened to my requests to have a dignified hen’s party and had cheekily gone out and booked some raunchy entertainment! My eyes darted in her direction and I gave her a look that said ‘You didn’t!’ and she returned it with one that said ‘I sure as hell did, honey bunch!’
    My mouth gaped as the candlelit glow reflected off the tight cords of his muscular thighs. He moved seductively in front of me and swung his stethoscope around in a circle like he was a cowboy about to lasso a criminal. Or me.
    I covered my burning face with one hand, trying not to look at the fine specimen in front of me. What would Greg think! This was so not me, and wasn’t this sort of like… cheating , just a little? He’d promised he wouldn’t have a stripper at his buck’s night tonight and I’d agreed the same.
    Ty grasped one of my artificial ringlets and extended it, then let it spring back to my face. I kept my hand hovering across my eyes, only slightly peeking through so as to not be completely anti-social. He was only here for a quick performance, right? Five, maybe ten minutes, and then he’d be on his merry way and I could get back to the normality that was my bridal weekend, with a ghost in tow?
    The beat of the music picked up and the room took on the ambience of an intimate nightclub. Mel was now dancing barefoot on the coffee table, and Ty moved and swayed next to her, which only made her dance more. Georgie stood nearby with a drink in one hand, fanning her grinning face with the other.
    I took a deep breath, though it only enhanced the sensation of tension in my chest. My heart beat faster as Ty came back towards me. He did some dance moves along to the music that were actually quite good. He had rhythm and speed and power. Shame he had to waste his dance ability on a career as a stripper. I bet he has an ego the size of his …
    Whoa! He tugged at his shirt and it ripped right off, exposing a six-pack that Mel would probably give up alcoholic six-packs for. And the pecs, oh my God, the pecs! I could bounce coins off them! Not that I would ever do such a thing. But wow. My Greg wasn’t in bad shape but he wasn’t exactly Thor either. But this guy…was he even human? Surely no one’s body could look that good.
    Ty moved with enough confidence to give Georgie a run for her money. He was practically naked except for his skin-hugging black trunks, surgical mask and goggles, and surgical shoes, which looked weirdly out of place on a body like that. His body gyrated and popped and locked in a stylish, sexy way that dancers did on music videos. With each rhythmic pop of his pelvis