The rich girl taking dance lessons from a male stripper, and there’s only one rule.
No funny business.
How long can they last?

ANNA
It was something I thought I would never ever do.
A one-night stand.
With a male stripper, of all people.
A real Magic Mike wannabe.
He was the complete package. The hot body. The killer dance moves. The charming smile.
How could I resist?

But I’m the prim and proper daughter of a billionaire businessman.
I’m meant to marry some rich corporate man.
Not have a casual fling with a male dancer.

I’m just going to forget about it.
There’s no chance I’ll bump into him again.
Right?

CHASE
Six months on from that random one-night stand and I need money.
Fast.
Stripping isn’t earning enough for me.
Luckily, some chick’s approached me, asking me to privately teach her friend to dance.
To strip.
To make her feel good in the bedroom again.
And she’s offering a lot of dough.

Great. I’ll do it.
Sounds like a good deal, yeah?

Well, that’s until she walks in.
The girl from the wild night six months ago.
She’s my student?
And she doesn’t look happy to see me…