Dare me: A Best Friend's Brother Romance

My little sister hijacked my gym's yoga studio for a pole dancing class. I've just walked in to find her best friend Remi doing some kind of slow hip roll as she braces her hands on the pole while thrusting her hips in the air. I'm going to be seeing that move in my dreams later. On repeat. ""Did you put her up to this?"" I really should be more careful. Jen has always been quick; she's not going to miss my interest in her friend. Her eyes narrow on me as she blots sweat away from her brow. ""Why do you ask?"" I glare down my nose at her. ""She's the receptionist. She's supposed to be working."" There. That sounds reasonable. Like I’m a concerned boss and not at all like I’m a possessive caveman. ""It's her day off and yes I might've dared her to take the pole dancing class but I didn't know she'd be so awesome at it. Look at her. She's a natural."" Yeah and that's the problem. Most of my clientele and all of my trainers are pressed against the yoga studio's window admiring R