“I don’t remember agreeing to send you an honest stripper. Just a willing one.”(Cash)”

“If he’s the stripper, then who are you?”“I’m Cash Davenport. I own the club.”

“Don’t you think you should at least get dressed?”“Don’t you think you should at least give me my shirt then?” -Cash”

“Regardless of my feelings on the issue with Taryn, I know it won’t bode well for me if I let Cash train me. I just don’t trust myself around him. Not completely anyway.”

“I grit my teeth against the little stab of jealousy I feel.What the hell’s that all about?Anyone will tell you I don’t have a jealous bone in my body. There are too many willing women in the world to get all bent out of shape over one. Envy is just not in me.Not usually.”

“I think back to my banter with Cash about sexual harassment. I don’t doubt he pushes the boundaries, but never once did I get the impression he might force himself on me or make unwanted advances. I just hope to God he doesn’t know that his advances aren’t unwanted. I just wish they were.”

“Where did you get that dress?I stole it from a homeless person," I say straight-faced. "She was lying right beside the stripper that gave you yours.”