Jessa Waitressing part-time at a small-town bar and crashing in my older brother's guest room isn't where I pictured myself at twenty-five. Yet, that's where I end up after finding my fiancé buried seven inches deep in my best friend on our kitchen counter. Needing a break from my disaster of a life, I let my brother convince me to join him in Las Vegas for a friend's wedding. Being Sin City has me discovering things about myself that I never knew-like my apparent inability to turn down a dare. That's how I end up in a chair on the main stage of a strip club getting a panty-melting lap dance meant for the bride. It's like a scene straight out of my filthiest fantasies. The dancer is sexy as sin, but being the sole focus of a man whose intense gaze burns down to the deepest parts of me has me feeling more than a little out of depth. Hale As an entertainer at one of the hottest male-only revue clubs on The Vegas Strip, it's my job to fuel women's fantasies. Despite the stereotypes about men in my profession-I'm no playboy. I don't have a different woman in my bed every night, and I never mess around with women from the club. It's a night like any other when a routine dance for a bachelorette party has me locking eyes with a gorgeous woman who makes the rest of the world fall away. I've never felt such an intense attraction. Something about her has me wanting to break all my rules. So, when the night is over and I'm unable to get her out of my head, I promise myself I'll shoot my shot if I ever see her again. As if the universe is giving me a sign, an impromptu favor for a friend puts me at the wedding she's attending the very next night. She's only in Vegas for a short time and getting involved might end in heartbreak, but for her-I'm ready and willing to take the risk.