Chapter 44 - You Feel That?

Ivy swallowed hard, her throat dry. She couldn't even form words, terrified that her voice would betray her identity. Every instinct screamed at her to run. How in the hell was she supposed to give her former boss a lap dance? Winn—the man she had once drunkenly begged to touch her, the man whose lips had found hers not once but twice, scorching her soul both times. And now here she was, dressed in scraps of glittering fabric, her mask the only fragile barrier between them. If she touched him now, if she felt the heat of his body against hers, she feared she might ignite.