by Wilder, L.
I didn’t know the first thing about dancing or stripping. I’d never even undressed in front of a man—at least not in such an open manner, much less stripped for one in broad daylight. I was fairly certain Mr. Oh-so-sexy sitting behind the desk could see that I didn’t have a clue what I was doing. I was absolutely mortified. It might not have been so bad if he hadn’t been so damn good-looking with his stupid, smoking-hot build and piercing green eyes. He was one of those guys I could imagine seeing from across a crowded room and finding him staring back at me with one of those sultry expressions—like it was taking everything he had not to charge towards me and toss me over his shoulder, then carry me to his bed and have his way with me over and over again.
Sadly, he wasn’t looking at me like that. In all honesty, I didn’t know how he was looking at me. Maybe it was pity or just plain curiosity, but it certainly wasn’t with an animalistic desire flashing through his eyes. It made me want to crawl into a dark hole and escape this horrible nightmare that had become my life. As much as I wanted to get the hell out of there before I embarrassed myself even more, I couldn’t. I needed money and I needed it fast.
This job was the best way for me to do that, so I pushed, “I’m really sorry. I could try again. I just...if you...”
“I’ve seen enough.”
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