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I did what any innocent small town girl would do: got a job at a strip club! It is Vegas after all...
Not stripping. Oh no, that's too scandalous for the likes of lil ol' me. But my prick of an ex took the liberty of draining my bank account, and I needed a job fast.
I thought I was going to become a bag lady. That is, until I walked into The Rose , a club run by the irresistible Mason Alexander. Rich. Mysterious. Gorgeous. And possesses a silver tongue he wants to use to talk me into stripping... and I just want him to use it for something else...
That would never happen though. Despite his playboy reputation, he has a strict 'paws off' policy with employees. Not that he'd be interested in a country bumpkin like me anyway. Supermodels and actresses are more his style.
But then why give me a job? Pity probably. That, or he still wants me to strip.
At least that's what I thought until he asked me to marry him.. .
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