fantastic Italian restaurant. The handmade pasta would make you weep. And the desserts…oh, right. Sorry,” Anya said in the same imbecilic tone.
Rita narrowed her gaze at her. “That was just mean.”
“What are you doing here?” An awful thought hit her. “Is Cesare with you?” She absolutely could not handle seeing Cesare in Club Inferno. “Shouldn’t you be on the other side of the resort?”
“I’ve been invited to experience the members-only side.”
Anya was going to kick Colleen’s ass. “What do you think of it so far?”
“I think I’m going to like it here.”
“You and Cesare?” Damn her for making her ask twice.
“No, Cesare and the little woman are cruising the Mediterranean.”
“How nice for them,” Anya said between her teeth.
“So,” Rita said, “I hear you’re up for a part in the stage version of
Some Like It Hot
.”
Anya nodded.
“Tony Curtis’s part? The drag-queen saxophone player?” Rita asked sweetly.
“Marilyn Monroe,” Anya said, sticking out her chest. “The seductive Sugar Kane.”
“What a coincidence, so am I.”
Anya got up from her chair. “I’d say let the best woman win, but—”
“Oh, she will. Cesare will make sure of it.”
“What do you mean?”
“Who do you think is one of the major investors in the project?” Rita batted her eyelashes.
“You’ve got to be kidding me.” Did Trey know this? She was going to kill him for keeping this from her.
“I wouldn’t lie about something like this.” Rita cocked her head. “Actually, I would, but the beauty of it is that I don’t have to. Now, if you’ll excuse me. I have a pole-dancing class to attend.”
“Knock yourself out.” Anya waved a hand. It wasn’t until after Rita disappeared that she realized it was Clint’s class she was going to. “Over my dead body.” She wasn’t going to leave Clint alone with that bag of poison.
Anya made it to Clint’s class first because she knew where she was going. Unfortunately, she had to stand in the back. He was that popular. Because they were on the members-only side, people were in various stages of undress. The classroom was more like a small nightclub. There was a stripper pole in the center and a small stage. Most of the audience was crowded as close to the little stage as possible, but Anya stayed with her back pressed against the wall. Rita squeezed in seconds later and elbowed her way to the front.
Max followed her in shortly after. He winked at her as he closed the door and turned off the lights. There were a few giggles and shrieks and one long moan that had everyone laughing. Then the spotlight hit the pole. Clint, shirtless, slouched with his back to it. One hand was over his head gripping the pole and the other hand rested on his groin. Anya stared at him—and so did everyone else in the room. Then the music started.
She had been expecting a club mix or maybe a remix of an old popular song. The instrumental saxophone hit her low in her belly. Clint slowly slid down the pole in a deep squat. He did that a few times before coming up on one leg and kicking out with the other in a martial arts move she’d seen him do in class. She could see his thigh muscles flex under the tight pants he wore. The music picked up in tempo. It was a bit more swing than jazz as trumpets entered into it. Clint danced with the pole, as if it were a partner. Then he jumped on it and turned around like he was doing a ballerina spin. Anya watched the muscles in his back and arms clench and flex as he made it look effortless. It was like he could fly.
“Take it off, already,” Rita roared from the edge of the crowd.
Anya frowned at her. Clint’s dancing was graceful, beautiful, and so damn sexy she could barely breathe. This wasn’t a strip joint. He was teaching a class on using the stripper pole.
After a few more turns, Clint pointed a finger in Max’s general direction. The lights flashed again and now the music turned modern. The
Rita narrowed her gaze at her. “That was just mean.”
“What are you doing here?” An awful thought hit her. “Is Cesare with you?” She absolutely could not handle seeing Cesare in Club Inferno. “Shouldn’t you be on the other side of the resort?”
“I’ve been invited to experience the members-only side.”
Anya was going to kick Colleen’s ass. “What do you think of it so far?”
“I think I’m going to like it here.”
“You and Cesare?” Damn her for making her ask twice.
“No, Cesare and the little woman are cruising the Mediterranean.”
“How nice for them,” Anya said between her teeth.
“So,” Rita said, “I hear you’re up for a part in the stage version of
Some Like It Hot
.”
Anya nodded.
“Tony Curtis’s part? The drag-queen saxophone player?” Rita asked sweetly.
“Marilyn Monroe,” Anya said, sticking out her chest. “The seductive Sugar Kane.”
“What a coincidence, so am I.”
Anya got up from her chair. “I’d say let the best woman win, but—”
“Oh, she will. Cesare will make sure of it.”
“What do you mean?”
“Who do you think is one of the major investors in the project?” Rita batted her eyelashes.
“You’ve got to be kidding me.” Did Trey know this? She was going to kill him for keeping this from her.
“I wouldn’t lie about something like this.” Rita cocked her head. “Actually, I would, but the beauty of it is that I don’t have to. Now, if you’ll excuse me. I have a pole-dancing class to attend.”
“Knock yourself out.” Anya waved a hand. It wasn’t until after Rita disappeared that she realized it was Clint’s class she was going to. “Over my dead body.” She wasn’t going to leave Clint alone with that bag of poison.
Anya made it to Clint’s class first because she knew where she was going. Unfortunately, she had to stand in the back. He was that popular. Because they were on the members-only side, people were in various stages of undress. The classroom was more like a small nightclub. There was a stripper pole in the center and a small stage. Most of the audience was crowded as close to the little stage as possible, but Anya stayed with her back pressed against the wall. Rita squeezed in seconds later and elbowed her way to the front.
Max followed her in shortly after. He winked at her as he closed the door and turned off the lights. There were a few giggles and shrieks and one long moan that had everyone laughing. Then the spotlight hit the pole. Clint, shirtless, slouched with his back to it. One hand was over his head gripping the pole and the other hand rested on his groin. Anya stared at him—and so did everyone else in the room. Then the music started.
She had been expecting a club mix or maybe a remix of an old popular song. The instrumental saxophone hit her low in her belly. Clint slowly slid down the pole in a deep squat. He did that a few times before coming up on one leg and kicking out with the other in a martial arts move she’d seen him do in class. She could see his thigh muscles flex under the tight pants he wore. The music picked up in tempo. It was a bit more swing than jazz as trumpets entered into it. Clint danced with the pole, as if it were a partner. Then he jumped on it and turned around like he was doing a ballerina spin. Anya watched the muscles in his back and arms clench and flex as he made it look effortless. It was like he could fly.
“Take it off, already,” Rita roared from the edge of the crowd.
Anya frowned at her. Clint’s dancing was graceful, beautiful, and so damn sexy she could barely breathe. This wasn’t a strip joint. He was teaching a class on using the stripper pole.
After a few more turns, Clint pointed a finger in Max’s general direction. The lights flashed again and now the music turned modern. The
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