nothing but a thin strip of cloth to keep her from plummeting to the earth. It made for a terrifying yet exhilarating experience. She couldn’t decide what she wanted more—to run from it altogether...or do it again. Dancing for Alex last night had been living the schoolgirl’s fantasy. Tonight felt too real.
“Candy’s admirer is back,” a familiar voice said.
Opening her eyes, Angela found Janet waiting for her again, just inside the doorway that led to the back of the club. She wore a satisfied grin on her face that had unease sinking into Angela’s gut. It was never good when Janet looked at her like that.
“He’s ordered a lap dance. Or should I say, his friend ordered one for him. Apparently it’s his birthday. He specifically requested you.” Janet pulled a fifty off the tray she carried and waved it at Angela. “His friend tips very, very well.”
“A lap dance?” Angela swallowed hard, her throat suddenly dry. She was going to have to get up close with a man she’d had a crush on for most of her teenage life. Who, twenty years later, still had the power to make her stomach do somersaults. Alex looked better than he had back then. The boy she’d known had grown up. The years added maturity she found sexier than ever. How in the world was she supposed to think with those eyes all over her? Plus, being up close, he was sure to recognize her.
Janet grinned, flashing her pearly whites. “Go get him, girl.” She winked, then pivoted on her heel and strode off.
****
“I can’t believe you got me into this.”
Alex McKinley stifled a groan as he watched the leggy brunette sashay in his direction, wearing little more than a bikini and heels. She walked with a sultry sway of her hips, a siren’s song that called to him. He hadn’t been able to stop thinking about her since her show the previous night. When Rick had suggested they come back to the club tonight, he hadn’t been able to resist, simply because he’d hoped she’d be here.
She was the first woman in over a year to make him do a double take. The first one who’d even managed to capture his attention.
She was gorgeous. Taller than most women, all long well-toned legs and wide hips, full breasts, and a firm backside a man could sink his hands into. Her hair hung long and lush, flowing around her shoulders in soft caramel waves. The image of those locks dragging across his naked flesh as she leaned over his prone body tormented him.
Watching her the night before had done him in. She’d set her sights on him like she’d been dancing just for him. He’d been helpless to obey the call of her song. Surely the dancers got paid to look at the customers that way—they likely made most of their money in tips. But this one… damn. Now she was about to do things to him he’d never dared do in public before.
His friend and fellow attorney Rick Sheffield let out a low laugh, his gaze glued to the blonde in his lap. “Relax. Enjoy it, man. You need it.”
Alex darted a glance at him. “Shouldn’t we order one for Chris too? He’s the one getting married.”
Chris Carmichael, seated on the other side of the small round table, laughed. “Oh no. Jenny finds out you dragged me to this place, she’ll kill me. She finds out that you put one of those girls in my lap? There won’t be a wedding. No, I’m fine where I’m at.”
“Who says she has to find out?” Rick nudged Chris with an elbow, but turned and winked at Alex.
Chris laughed again.
Alex could only shake his head. He had no idea what the hell he was doing. He didn’t come to places like this. He had to admit, though, maybe Rick was right. The three of them had come down for a weekend getaway. Chris was getting married in two weeks. This weekend served as his bachelor party. His last hurrah. Chris and Rick wanted Alex to have some fun, in hopes that he could finally take that first step into moving on with his life.
It had been exactly a year since the police officer had