I'd never thought of that either.
"Do you practice a lot? Like, every day?"
"Not every day, but most days I do. It helps that I have a pole in my apartment."
I swallowed tightly as that image came to life in my mind. My cock turned to a steel pipe in my lounge pants."You have a stripper pole in your apartment?"
"I turned my second bedroom into a dance studio. I don't like practicing down at the club."
I frowned. I'd think that would be the perfect place to practice. It was where he worked after all."Why not?"
"My boss is a douche. He watches the dancers while they practice, and it's creepy. He thinks because we work in the club, we belong to him and he can do what he wants with us. While we're at work during business hours, he leaves us alone because we bring in the customers, but when there are no customers there, he wants to play. It's just easier to practice at home."
"You know he can't do that, right?"I didn't know what the laws were wherever Dalton was, but they couldn't be that much different."It's illegal for a boss to demand sexual favors from his employees. It's called sexual harassment."
"I'm a stripper, Andrew. Who would believe me?"
"I would."
Dalton sent a heart emoji.
My heart sank when the alarm on my watch sounded. I'd been standing here texting Dalton for so long I'd forgotten the time. I would have to get coffee on the run this morning, but it was totally worth it.
"Well, I have to get ready for work. I'd like to talk again when you're free."
"I'd like that,"Dalton replied. "Maybe at some point, you'd be comfortable talking over the phone instead of texting."
I'd like that more than texting.
"That would be nice."
"Have a good day at work, Andrew."
I smiled."Have a good night at work, Dalton."
I hated having to stop texting, but I did have to get ready for work. Punctuality was something I prided myself on.
I left my phone sitting on the counter as I rushed back to my bedroom to dress. It didn't take long to put on my suit and dress shoes or run a comb through my hair, so I was back in the kitchen in ten minutes. I grabbed my cell phone and slid it into my pocket then went to get my briefcase and car keys.
I was lucky enough to live in the same building I worked in so my commute was pretty easy, but I left the building pretty much every day to go to the courthouse or other places involving my work, so car keys were a must.
I turned off the lights and walked out of my apartment, making sure to lock the door behind me. I might live in a highly secured building, but this was still my home. I wasn't taking any chances.
Sergei Zhukov, one of the heads of security for Silver Spoons Inc., was walking onto the elevator just as I reached it. He stuck his hand out to stop the doors from closing as I hurried on.
"Thank you, Mr. Zhukov."
"Welcome, Mr. Lancaster."
I pushed the button to take me to my floor then glanced at the man. "Offices?"
The Russian bodyguard nodded.
I hit the button that would take Sergei to the floor where the heads of the company had their offices. It was the top floor beneath the penthouse and other apartments some of the employees lived in.
"Did you have to call in more security now that Mr. Crosby is married?"
"Dah." The man shook his head. "Always more security."
