He’s handsome, married, and rich. I’m just a simple stripper from a strip club. Our paths first crossed in the VIP area of the club, and later on an empty highway where my client’s car was trying to be shot at. I helped him escape. But what will the gratitude be like from a man who has long stopped believing women and thinks all of them are for sale? And will he let me go when he finds out that I’m carrying his child?