The rules are clear: No sex with the patrons. Dance like no one's watching. Fuck them with your eyes. Make love to them with your moves. But, no sex with the patrons. Ever. Why is it, when someone tells you not to do something...or someone...you immediately want to do what they told you not to? In Ana's case, that someone is Ethan Faulkner. Rich, sexy and confident, and a patron of the exclusive gentleman's club where she works as a dancer. Will Ana play by the rules, or will Ethan have her Dancing with Desire?