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Oh, how that man thrilled her.
    “Well hello, gorgeous!” the man behind the bar said then whistled. “What can I do for you?” He smiled and leaned against the bar, inches from her.
    Regan pictured Damon and smiled. “I need to see the person in charge of hiring,” she said with coolness in her tone.
    “You’re looking at him. I’m Randy Marcano, the owner. You need a job, sweetheart?” he asked with a grin on his face.
    The man seemed pretty sure of himself. He had a nice build, slender waist, a muscled torso, and was pleasant to look at. His face was lean with a strong jaw, deep chestnut eyes, and black hair.
    “Actually, I do. When can I start?” Regan leaned back to show off the goods and allow him a look at what she had to offer.
    “Honey, you can start tomorrow night! I just lost a dancer last night, and my prayers have been answered. Be here at six. That’ll give you time to get acquainted with the other dancers and find a locker in the dressing room.” He grinned with a sexy smile and welcoming eyes.
    “Great, I’ll see you then,” she said, trying to not allow her giddiness to get the best of her.
    “Say, you ever danced before?” He eyed her suspiciously.
    Regan smiled. “Of course.” She wasn’t lying. She had danced for nearly thirteen years, just not while stripping off clothes.
    “What’s your name, honey?”
    “American Pie.” Regan grinned and then felt stupid. Why she came up with that name she wasn’t sure. It must be the blond wig, she thought and tried not to blush.
    “House gets five hundred a night. Be sure to check the schedule for stage times. I’ll put you in the rotation.” Randy winked.
    Regan nodded and flashed him a smile as she turned and walked to the door carefully. She couldn’t believe it was that easy and quivered with anxiety all of a sudden. This meant there was no turning back now.
     
    * * * *
     
    It had been a long day, and now Regan sat in her living room with her laptop, trying to come up with a routine for the next day at the club. It shouldn’t have been difficult for someone with so many years of dance, but after adding in seductive moves, crawls, and stripping, she began to see that it wasn’t as easy as it looked. The dancing didn’t bother Regan, but the thought of dancing naked in front of all those eyes did.
    Even though she was uneasy, she was also exhilarated. The important aspect, she reminded herself to remember, was to find out anything she could about Shay. That would be quite a task to undertake in a week. She clicked through YouTube and found a beginning stripper routine. Who knew? It was basic with no complex pole maneuvers, and overall doable.
    She sat her laptop down and began to practice. It had been years since she had danced, and she was now finding muscles she had forgotten she had. When she crawled across her living room floor like a cat on the prowl, she began to giggle. It felt silly to dance seductively in her apartment all alone. Each time she tried another move, she giggled harder. When her phone rang, she could barely contain her laughter.
    “Hello!” Her voice rang out through giggles.
    “Hmm, I would love to know what you’re laughing at.” Damon’s voice purred on the other end.
    Regan stop giggling and smiled. He couldn’t have called at a better time. “Oh, it’s silly. I was practicing a routine for the club, and let’s just say that’s hard to do alone!”
    “I wish I was there. I think I could help, you know, pointers and all,” Damon teased.
    “I could use some pointers, actually. I don’t exactly know what would really get a guy going. Silly I know, but right now I doubt I could make a priest blush. It’s pathetic, really.” Her face flamed at her admission.
    “Sweetheart, anything you’d do with your body would get any guy going, trust me.”
    Just hearing his velvet voice compliment her sent a quiver racing though her. The thought of their naughty make-out session at the club sent