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“First, I never planned to strip and didn’t apply for a stripper’s job Second, it was a lapse in judgment I

odforsaken club, but I didn’t go there for an exotic dancer’s job”

“You didn’t?” Beck crossed his muscular, tan arms and studied her with fierce intensity “Why were you in that ‘godforsaken’ club in the first place, Lindsey? It’s no place for a lady”

She wished she could take it back She’d possessed one fear when she’d gone there She had been terrified that the Stallard brothers would find out what she’d done

Apparently they’d known all along

“Let n out front, the one that reads Live Strippers Tonight?”

“I was applying for the dead positions,” she said, never cracking a smile

“What are those?” Seth laughed

“I can’t wait to hear this” Beck sniffed “What do those positions entail, Lindsey?”

“They have barmaids A friend orks there said that if I could learn to sling drinks that I’d stay so busy that I wouldn’t even have to socialize with the custoo unnoticed They aren’t harassed like the dancers”

“Have you ever heard of a bartender without a good personality?” Beck asked

“I haven’t,” Seth replied

“Guys who frequent the club aren’t there for the bartenders They pay their cover charges for the strippers They barely notice the gals behind the bar”

“Oh I don’t know about all that,” Beck said, pointing at Seth “He used to plant his ass at the bar every Saturday night Bartender at the tie and wouldn’t hold a candle to you, but the fellas lined up for her Every daht she had a crowd in front of her and le”

“I wasn’t interested in anything more than a job From what I understand, bartenders earn almost as much as the strippers”