The moment he takes his clothes off on stage, it hits me. Washboard abs, toned pecs, and that fucking V… Belongs to Nathanial Owens, my ex-best friend. I'd rubbed my hands all over that alluring body, and I've never felt so dirty because of it. Nate's a stripper, the Owens' outcast, and the man of my dreams. It's my job to get him to quit, but he's the most stubborn man I know. And no matter what he may claim, I could never forget him.