Captive of My Mafia Crush
“Iris, no!”
“What!?” I say, laughing and grabbing his hand, tugging him back towards the car. “I’m good at it!”
“Iris,” he groans, “you stripped at an elite club in the city where they had a bouncer checking credit scores at the door! Not some seedy roadside place! This is –“
“All the more reason why I’m going to blow those other girls out of the water!” I laugh, gesturing again towards the club with a little more vehemence. “Besides, it’s dinner time, they’ll all just start coming in now –“