I leaned down and pressed a soft kiss to her forehead, the sweat on our skin still cooling in the air-conditioned room. I looked at her, truly seeing her for a moment.
"Where the hell did you learn to move like that, Chloe?" I asked, my voice still a bit gravelly. "That wasn't just some club dancing. That was professional."
She let out a small, tired laugh, tucking a strand of damp hair behind her ear. "My mother," she murmured. "She's one of the most popular girls at a high-end spot in Manhattan. Still is. And Tiana? You saw how she carries herself. She's been on the pole since she turned eighteen. Growing up in a house full of women who make their living shaking their bodies... you learn the physics of it. It's in the blood."
