The words sank in slowly and Mirena froze.
For one suspended second, the world narrowed to the sound of her own heartbeat and the faint echoing of Alexander's voice in her mind.
A lap dance… she… give him a lap dance?
Her reaction was delayed for a second, brain forced to lag as his incredulous words slowly settled in.
Once they did, she pulled back just enough to look at him properly, disbelief flashing across her features.
“You’re joking.”
Alexander straightened at last, expression unreadable. “Am I?” He threw back.
Despite every effort, she frowned. “This is business,” she said tightly. “Not whatever game you think you’re playing.”
“This is exactly business,” he replied calmly. “You came to me with a proposal, Mirena. I'm fulfilling my end of the deal, shouldn'
