Bailey's POVThe minute I climbed the stage, the excited screams became much more deafening. The beads on my thongs were shaking with every movement. I grabbed the pole in the center with my right hand and moved around slowly, not meeting anyone's eyes.Following the beat of the music, I unwrapped the matching scarf on my waist, threw it to the side and did my dance on the pole. I went up and down, twerking, whining, waist breaking.Right at the climax of my performance, a scent hit me. It was made of freshly cut cedar and bergamot.No. Not now.I slipped down the pole, shaking my waist. The scent got closer.No. It can't be.I turned around and backed the crowd, bouncing my ass while the beads on my thongs rattled together, bringing out the beauty in the dance much more. The scent had overpowered my senses now, heightening my fear.No. He can't see me in a place like this.It was like the world had stilled, time had stopped. Just me, the pole and the owner of the scent. I shaked my w
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