MAN AFTER MIDNIGHT
Chapter One
Butterscotch.
The stranger watching her dance had hair the color of butterscotch,
a rich warm shade that just begged for a woman to run
her fingers through it.
Barely able to keep her grip on the stripper's pole, Dani Wallace
swung around for another glimpse of the mesmerizing man
who'd hired her for a private strip session. Her palms were so
damp she barely managed to hold the slippery metal bar.
She rarely looked twice at the men who came to watch her
dance. From the stage, the faces all blurred together, one barely
standing out from another. Her job wasn't to gawk, but to entertain,
to fulfill the fantasies of the customers paying to watch
her pare down to bare skin. The rule to keep her distance from
the patrons was one she'd never broken.
Yet.
Taking a deep breath, Dani hooked one leg around the pole
and bent herself over backward. There's a first time for everything.
This hunk of eye candy designed to delight the female
senses was too enticing to pass up.
Even upside down the stranger looked fantastic. His fashionably
mussed shag fram ... read full excerpt from: Man After Midnight ebook
