Bree's POV
I kept a leash on my tongue as the man stared at Jansen and me with a mix of disgust and pleasure.
Surely, he was pleased to see that we had returned to take his stupid deal and he couldn't help but gloat about it.
“I believe it'll be unfair for me to let you take the deal without telling you exactly what would be required of you here in this club,” he remarked like he gave a single f**k what happened to anyone here except him and his gang. “Would you love to hear them?”
I nodded and he sat up, clasping his hands in front of him as he gazed keenly into my eyes.
“Firstly, you'd be expected to give a pole dance on the stage for the viewing pleasure of our customers,” he began, with his lower lip curled. “These men go through very hectic days and come here to cool off at the s
