I settle into a seat at the bar of the strip club, the stage is empty and sensual music is blasting through the room. I look out of place here, next to the tables full of gorgeous women. The club is completely full of staff members running around handing out drinks. The barman comes over to me after serving a few women who are sitting at the bar.

“What can I get you?” he asks me. The man is young, maybe just eighteen with ginger hair and a cute face.

“Just a lemonade please,” I say and offer him my bank card when I pull it out of my phone case. I literally don’t have a purse, so all my cards are in my phone case. I really need to get one when I get paid from this job.

“No need, the owners say anything you want is on the house, Ellie,” the man tells me.

“Oh, that’s not needed,” I say, and he shakes his head with a small smile before he walks to one of the fridges behind the bar. After he gets me a lemonade and pours it in a glass, he walks off before I can even offer him my card again. I soon forget all about it when the music stops and a faster beat song comes on. I recognise the song as, “Partition” by Beyoncé, but it’s a slow remix of it, and it’s made for a dance like this. I watch as the lights dim on the curtain at the back of the stage. Women stand up screaming and cheering as the curtain opens, and I see Andre standing in the shadows. Andre does nothing for a second as the music builds up, and then he walks slowly out on to the stage, each step slow and in beat with the music. He’s only dressed in tracksuit bottoms that hang loosely around his hips, a tight, white shirt and a backwards cap, but he looks so hot as he moves. I feel the blush rising in my face as he moves around the stage, moving his hips and body perfectly. The dance is simple, but effective, and my eyes widen as he does a backflip off the end of the stage. He stands and chucks his hat off into the screaming women. I mentally curse when he walks over to me and turns my stool to face him with a small smirk on his face as he moves his hips while he slowly takes his shirt off over his head. The light is bright on me as he dances out of his shirt and holds it with both his hands as he slides it behind my back. All the time, he keeps in beat with the music, and the women are cheering loudly.

“Here you go, Ellie,” he says into my ear as he slowly grinds his hips against my seat and moves away as he drops his shirt into my lap.

I chuckle a little as he runs back and jumps on the stage. He does two flips before landing perfectly, and then grinding his hips against the ground, making every woman jealous of the ground. My cheeks blush because I know what it’s like to be said ground.

He somehow flips back and sits on the edge of his seat, slowly moving his hips to the music. I’m in such a trance as I watch him dance that I don’t notice the woman move to sit next to me, but I look at her as she says my name.

“So, you’re the famous Ellie. The only girl, other than my niece, that is allowed in the boy’s house.”

I glance over, pulling my eyes away from Andre to look at the woman. She is gorgeous with long, dark-blonde hair that I’m sure is dyed from the looks of her dark roots, and big, familiar-looking, hazel eyes. She’s wearing simple, black jeans with a sparkly, black top. It’s not as revealing as most of the women wear in here, and she looks around my age.

“Yes, who are you?” I ask her.

“Annie, I’m one of Todd’s sisters, and I work behind the bar here sometimes.” She offers me her perfectly manicured hand, and I shake it.

“Nice to meet you, I remember Todd said he had a sister,” I say, wondering if she was the pregnant one. If she was, it’s completely unfair how she has a perfect body still.

“Oh, he has three, I’m the middle one, and the most annoying, apparently,” she winks and makes me laugh.

“Isn’t it weird to see your brother dancing like that?” I ask, again choosing to use the word dancing instead of stripping.

“Oh, I don’t work the nights that he is working,” she says with a laugh, and I guess that makes sense.

“So, Todd told you about me?” I ask, sounding like a school girl looking for gossip before taking a sip of my drink to shut myself up.

“Yes, I believe his exact words were, ‘Andre moved his pregnant one-night stand into the house, but she’s cool,’” she says and laughs when I choke on my drink.

“Wow, that sentence makes me sound bad,” I say with a small laugh.

“Not at all. We’ve all had one-night stands, but you were lucky yours was with someone as good as Andre. All the boys are good underneath all the idiocy,” she tells me with a wink. I’m glad she understands and isn’t judging me.

“Anyway, I’m going get ready to start my shift. Nice to meet you, Ellie, I’ll tell Todd to bring you over to our house sometime,” she says and surprises me by gently hugging me. I watch her walk back into the staff rooms before I look back at the stage.

Andre has his leg on either side of the pole as he moves his body, slowly sliding down it, in beat to the music which is talking about sex.

I don’t want to admit how turned on this is making me, because it damn well is, and when Andre’s eyes catch mine across the room, he gives me a devilish smirk.

The man knows how sexy he is, and I bet he knows just how much it’s affecting me.

Holy ducks, I’m falling for a stripper.