Free Reunited Steps (Billionaire Taboo Steamy Romance) by Fiona Layne

Reunited Steps
     
    "Oh my god, Sin, did you hear?"  My best friend Janelle is running over to me, still powdering her bare breasts as she practically yells with excitement.
     
    "Hear what?" I ask.  I don't even bother to look up from painting my toenails.  Janelle is easily excitable.
     
    "Outside, in the crowd tonight.  Jason Graft!"
     
    My hand stops mid stroke.  "No way," I say.  "I call bullshit on that."
     
    Jason Graft comes from one of the richest families in the city, probably one of the richest in the country.  His father's investment firm is always on the news and although he spends most of his time on Wall Street with his father these days, he was born and raised here in Chicago.  People claim to see him from time to time around the city, but he's the last person that would set foot in a place like this.  This isn't his neighborhood and it's certainly not his type of establishment.
     
    I should know.  He also happens to be my step brother.  But no fucking way anyone in here knows that.  It's a secret I've kept for many years, and plan on keeping for many more.
     
    "It's true, Rain just got off stage.  She saw him herself.  He's sitting in the back with two big guys, probably bodyguards.  He's just watching the stage and not talking to anyone or taking any private dances."
     
    Rain was pretty reliable, she was sort of the matriarch of the club having been here the longest.  If she says she saw Jason Graft, it might actually be true. 
     
    What the hell is Jason doing here.
     
    As far as I know, my step brother has no idea I'm a stripper.  Hell, no one in my family has any idea, and I want to keep it that way.  I haven't seen him in a couple of years though, and he obviously won't recognize my name.  If he's sitting at the back, then he likely won't recognize me.  Especially not with my hair bleached blond like it is now.  He only knows me as a mousy brunette with green eyes and thick glasses.  Certainly not the blond haired, contact wearing, fake blue eyed bimbo I'm trying to portray.
     
    I shrug my shoulders and continue with my nails as my mind races.  I have to keep up appearances, though.  I'm not one to get excited about celebrity, so I can't act weird now.  "Well, even so, what's the big deal?  He's a billionaire and he's acting like 90% of the other jerk offs in this place.  Sitting in the back, nursing a drink and not buying any dances."
     
    "Well, I'm still going to pass by him and give him my patented wiggle walk.  It gets them every time."
     
    Janelle was one of the top earners in this place, usually getting even the cheapest scumbag to drop twenty bucks on at least one dance with her.  She always attributed it to her "wiggle walk".  She'd walk by a guy, wiggling both her ass and her double Ds after loosening the string on her top.  It would pop off just as she passed the guy and usually land on his table, or sometimes even on him directly, depending on how well her aim was that night.  She'd act all embarrassed and cover herself up as she asked for her top back.  It didn't matter that the guy probably saw more of her than he had of his own wife not five minutes ago while she swung around the pole on stage.  There was just something about feeling like you got to see something extra, something you weren't supposed to see, that seemed to drive men wild. 
     
    After that she could usually get at least one dance out of them.  Sometimes she'd even get them into the champagne room where the big bucks were made.
     
    I laugh and wish her good luck, she'll need it.  My brother is a prude and always has been.  There was a time that I even wondered if he was gay, but it turned out he really just took after his asshole father.  After my mom married him, he acted like I was a huge burden and wanted nothing to do with me.  His son Jason was the only thing that mattered and he made sure that I was painfully aware of that at all times.  The fact that my mother never