Lyra's POV

Half of my confidence dissolved into nothingness as soon as I wrapped my legs around the pole.

It was one thing to dance in front of a room of nameless strangers who were drunk out of their mind and thinking with their lower parts.

But then it was another thing altogether to dance in front of a man whose gaze alone sent chills down my spine for various reasons.

I braced myself, taking a deep breath.

The more nervous I acted around him, the more reason he would have to be ...