“There’s nothing average about you,” Cash says quietly.”

“Cash winks at me from in front of the stove and pure lust twitches in my lower belly. There’s no denying this man is hot. Effing hot. Probably hotter than the stove he’s cooking on.”

“I doubt there’s one single dull thing about you. -Nash”

“With shaking fingers, I turn the key and crank the ignition. When I rev the engine, I figure there’s no way it’s running with more RPMs than my libido is at this very moment. If Cash doesn’t cool it, I’ll be sitting in a puddle within the hour.”

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

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

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