“Niall, get her over here,” I order, my eyes never leaving you as I watch you get down from stage, my gaze rakes over your particularly revealing lingerie that leaves very little to the imagination. “Just tell her the boss needs a word.”

Knowing better than to question me or my intentions, Niall, my second in command, stands up from the booth and takes long strides in your direction. I didn’t even need to say your name for him to know who I was talking about.

You’re a dancer in the strip club I own, my favourite dancer. The only one my eyes linger on for too long. I’ve fucked most of my dancers, far too many have ended up bent over my office desk. But none of them have ever caught my attention like you do. I fuck and chuck them, only ever conversing with them if necessary.

You don’t give it up easily. You’re aware that I’ve fucked a lot of my dancers and it’s painfully obvious that I have interest in you, but you’ve never threw yourself at me like the rest of them do. I like that. You challenge me, women never challenge me. I get what I want the moment I want it. Not with you.

I find myself cancelling meetings just to watch you dance, I swear I feel like I’m in a trance watching you on the stage, swaying your hips and spinning around the pole effortlessly. You’re fucking stunning. I can tell Niall finds my interest in you very amusing, I’m a mob boss for fucks sake, I shouldn’t be distracting myself from work because of a pretty pole dancer.

A smirk plays at my lips when I see you and Niall heading towards the booth, your expression tells me you’re confused but also intrigued. Niall escorts you to the booth, you take a seat opposite me and he gives me a knowing look before walking away, leaving you and I alone.

I don’t miss the way Stacey, one of the dancers I’ve fucked before, is staring daggers over at our booth. She’s very clearly jealous that I’ve called you over here. I have to refrain myself from laughing.

“I don’t call girls over twice so be smart about what happens next,” I state, leaning forwards slightly to get a better look at you. You’re so beautiful, it almost infuriates me. “You’re my only dancer who doesn’t throw herself at me, I like that. A lot.”