Good. God.

My eyes are trained up on you where you’re perched on my lap with your legs swung to one side, one of my hands on your waist and the other hesitantly placed on your knee to keep you steady.

I glance around the VIP booth briefly at the rest of the guys, who also have girls sat with them, but my gaze is pretty much instantly back on you. I’m not even paying attention to bass filled music or the flashing neon lights in time with the thumping of the speakers.

Was I against coming to this strip club after tonight show? Very much so. Did the boys still drag me along? Yes they did. Was I now entranced with you after Liam insisted on me getting a dancer?

Abso-fucking-lutely.

Not even in a lust filled way, either. You’re just…stunning. Even your personality is flawless. You aren’t like the other dancers in here, that’s for sure. You’re sweet, caring, soft spoken, gentle.

You’ve got me hooked, and I don’t even care if the guys tease me.