Rem had never expected to be doing something trashy to get herself through grad school. Still, long legs and long hair made her a success at the strip club. And a lot of money fit into her skimpy G-string.
The men weren't allowed to touch her – as if she would have let them. But tonight, there was a sweet face in the crowd, watching her like she was a person and not a piece of meat.
Afterwards, she saw him outside, and stopped under the glare of the streetlights as he approached her.
"My name's Alex. What's yours?"