Life's kicking my ass. I'm stuck in NYC's tourist nightmare, slinging fake pizza to happy travelers, while I'm still living a few miles from where I was born. My coworkers? We have nothing in common. My love life? A parade of one-night stands. My best friend? My broke neighbor-Netflix buddies, not party pals.
Then, out of nowhere, I score a gig as a pole instructor. Suddenly, I'm dancing again, making good money, and loving my coworkers. Plus, there's Luke-gorgeous and dangerously close to becoming more than just my ""work husband.""
The catch? The job came with shady conditions, and now I'm lying to everyone-including Luke, who doesn't even know my real name. Every time I think about coming clean, something gets in the way-like teaching Luke how to strip for a competition or a coworker baring her soul.
Telling the truth would ruin everything-my job, friends, and Luke. Is there ever a right time for that?
