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body to stand. “Can I ask you something?”
    “Like I could stop you.”
    He paused, thankfully distracted as she bent to retrieve her tank top. Only a masochist would ask his next question. “Are all your lap dances like this?” His blood pressure rose, fueled by the thought of her body draped over other men.
    “Honestly?”
    “Of course.”
    She regarded him silently for a second then crammed the garment over her head and pulled it over her torso. “I don’t work these rooms.”
    “No one argued when I requested you, Bri.”
    “I saw you and Jimmy on the camera.”
    “You did this for me?”
    Her curls touched the tops of her hips as she nodded. “This dance was a little different from the first, don’t you think?”
    He allowed himself to think about her question for a moment and damn near choked on realization. Although the first dance aroused him, her motives were crystal clear; she’d danced for his tip, careful to keep professional distance. This time – damn – this dance had been smoking hot, a full-fledged onslaught seduction.
    She folded her arms across her chest and tilted her head to one side. “How about a drink? Assuming you’re not on duty.”
    “I’m not, except alcohol and a hard-on don’t make good company.” He reached to fasten his jeans and shuffle his junk into some sort of near-comfortable position. “Coffee?”
    “Sure.”
    He grabbed the wig and cup of water from the table and handed them to her. “Burn these.”
    “You wish.” She gave him a trademark eye roll. “I’ll meet you out front.”
    He turned the knob and opened the door, gesturing her into the hallway with his other hand. “With panties.”
    Her soft giggle traveled the length of his still rock-hard cock as she swayed away from him toward the dressing area. “We’ll see.”

CHAPTER SIX
     
     
    Giovanni’s Coffee Bistro welcomed them inside with the strong, bitter smell of freshly-brewed coffee, the scent providing just the push Bri needed for encouragement. Her knees still threatened to buckle from the night’s earlier excitement and more than once she’d already considered trading coffee for sex.
    But there were things that first needed to be said.
    Once seated across the table from Jake in a secluded corner booth, Bri wrapped her hands around her cup as a deterrent to reach for him. As she lifted the cup to her lips and the warm liquid coated her tongue, she found herself at a complete loss for words. Her intended confession would go over about as well as waving a red flag in front of an angry bull, and there was absolutely no way she could outrun him.
    She moved her gaze from the top of her cup into his face in the off chance she might catch a hint of what he might be thinking. As usual, those deep, mysterious eyes scanned hers from left to right and back again, taking great care to disguise emotion. She swallowed a mouthful of liquid, gently returned the cup to the table, then reached into her skirt pocket.
    She slid the earlier folded bills across the surface. “You paid way too much for tonight’s entertainment.”
    Finally, a sly grin graced his features. “I beg to differ.”
    “I didn’t do that for money.”
    “I know that, Bri. What happened between us in that room was no act.” He chuckled as he pocketed the money. “And you surprised the hell out of me.”
    “Really?”
    “Yeah. I wasn’t sure my feelings for you were mutual.”
    With little effort, her lips split into a smile. Silly man . “Do you remember the first time we met?”
    “I’ll never forget.”
    “I watched you from behind the curtain before I ever danced. I wondered why such a good looking, confident man would seek female attention at a gentlemen’s club. I was so relieved to discover you were part of a bachelor party. Something about you intrigued me, Jake, something so strong it scared me to death. I couldn’t stop watching you – wanting you.”
    “Yet, you were all business.”
    “Survival,” she