Iris paced around her room, nerves frying with every passing minute. The event of the morning replayed in her mind, Ryan's touch both cruel and electrifying. She felt a knot of dread in her stomach, knowing she had to face him again.

She had dressed as instructed, in a revealing outfit that made her feel more exposed than she had been working as a stripper.

The thought of stripping for Ryan filled her with both anger and resignation. This was her life now bound by a contract she couldn't ...