## KAYLA'S POV

I stood frozen in the doorway, staring at the man in the corner booth. A seduction test. The manager knew I wasn't a real stripper, and this was her way of calling my bluff.

Seducing someone sounded simple enough on paper—just look attractive and act like every guy in the room wanted you. The guards at the front door certainly had. But standing here in a cropped singlet and a skirt that barely covered my thighs, the reality of what I was about to do made my stomach turn.

"Is this a problem for you?" the manager asked, her tone dry.

I forced myself to look back...