The lights hit my body like heat, shimmering off the oil on my skin. I wrapped my fingers around the pole and bent low, letting my ass clap just right, the way the men liked it—slow, loud, unforgiving. My heels dug into the stage, hips rolling like I was f*****g the air itself.
Another night. Another round of sweaty, broke men throwing crumpled bills like they owned something.
Until he walked in.
I felt him before I saw him. The energy in the club shifted. Men stopped talking. Music suddenly felt like background noise. My body froze mid-roll as I looked up—and there he was.
Dark suit. No tie. Thick hands. A stare so sharp it made my knees weak.
He didn’t look like he belonged here. Didn’t look like he even liked strip clubs.
But he looked at me like he was going to ruin me.
And I co
