Lyra's POV
Half of my confidence dissolved into nothingness as soon as I wrapped my legs around the pole.
It was one thing to dance in front of a room of nameless strangers who were drunk out of their mind and thinking with their lower parts.
But then it was another thing altogether to dance in front of a man whose gaze alone sent chills down my spine for various reasons.
I braced myself, taking a deep breath.
The more nervous I acted around him, the more reason he would have to be suspicious of me.
So as much as I could, I pretended that he wasn't there, gyrating around the pole, moving my body as fluidly as water. Often I would catch him holding his breath.
He was so perfectly still, someone might have confused him for a statue. And since the lighting in this room was also very di
