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heavy bass beat and the drum rolls had the crowd wild. Clint bumped and ground his hips as if the pole was his lover. Anya wasn’t the only one sighing at the sight. It was a little uncomfortable to be getting so aroused in a crowd, but the darkness helped.
    The music reached a crescendo and Clint slid down the pole in a perfect split. Anya clapped with the rest of the crowd. How he hadn’t torn those tight leather pants, she’d never know. Whistling and cheering, the crowd quieted as the lights came on.
    “That’s one way to approach the pole. Women are going to use their arms and legs and twirl around it. Men are going to use it more as a prop. You want your audience to visualize themselves as a pole. I’m going to bring up my lovely assistant Leila. She’s going to show you her way.” Clint gestured and a dainty woman with short red hair approached the pole.
    The room went black again. This time there was more of a muted response. Anya heard clothes rustling and the wet sounds of kissing. The music started, a funky beat that had her tapping her foot. The spotlight came on Leila, and she started to dance. Lithe and graceful, she defied gravity. Anya was shaking her head in disbelief when the door opened next to her and Clint eased in from the back. He knew exactly where she was standing, and he sidled over to her.
    “Enjoying the class?” he asked in her ear.
    She nodded and he scooted in behind her and pulled her against him.
    “What are you doing?” she whispered back.
    Clint put his arm around her waist and tugged her back against him. His other hand cupped her face and pointed her chin forward. Leaning in so his mouth was inches from her ear, he spoke in a low husky voice.
    “I got my kiss. You get your story. It’s only fair.”
    “Now?” Anya’s whole body reacted. Her nipples hardened. Her thighs clenched together. Her hands went over his.
    “Relax.” He chuckled. “No one is watching us. They can’t hear me over the music. I could slip my hand down your pants and get you off.” His hand dipped lower. She clutched it. “And no one would even notice.”
    “Clint,” she gasped. She was acutely aware of the people standing next to her and in front of them. True, they weren’t paying Clint and Anya the least bit of attention, and in the darkness they would have had to be looking right at them instead of at Leila’s theatrics.
    He nipped at her earlobe. “Don’t panic. Just listen to my voice and watch Leila dance. Do you want me to call you up and demonstrate some of the moves?”
    He tilted her head back so he could hear her response.
    “I thought you said not to panic.” Anya tried to turn her head, but he held her in a tight grasp. “I’ll kill you if you make me go up there.”
    He laughed again. “Okay, that sounds like a hard limit. I should press my advantage. If you come for me during my story, I won’t call you up.”
    “I’ll walk out,” she vowed.
    “Anya.” He kissed her neck. “Do you want me to stop? Truly?” His arms hugged her. But her heart was beating fast in fear instead of lust.
    “I’m not getting up on that stage,” she said. The thought of everyone looking at her made her ill. It wasn’t like modeling. She was a moving clothes hanger—even when she was in underwear or a bathing suit. It was no big deal. There was nothing sexual about it. No one was looking at her when she modeled. They were looking at the clothes. Here? They’d be looking at her. Rita would be judging every bit of cellulite, every piece of jiggling flesh. “No way.”
    “Okay,” he said, bemusement in his tone. “What about the part where I said I would make you come with all these people around?”
    “I’m halfway there already,” she admitted. “After watching you dance.”
    He groaned and the husky echo in her ear shook her a little closer to paradise.
    “You’re amazing up there,” she said.
    Pulling her back against his hips, his erection poked at her through his pants.