He does.

"No, I believe you..." Kyle laughed nervously.
"Don't be so nervous, kiddo." Beth rubbed his head playfully. "It was just a lap dance. I'm going to do a lot more than that tonight at work."
"Yeah, but... I'm not paying you...and you're my brother's... if Brian...."
"Then don't tell him, silly boy." she laughed. "I'm going to take a shower and get ready for work. Be a doll and order us a pizza so I can have some sustenance before work?" She tossed him a pizza flyer from the fridge.
"Yes, ma'am."
When she got upstairs, she dropped onto her back on the bed, panting with adrenaline. What was that? Are you drunk?
Calm down. It was just a dance, like I said.
He's so fucking cute, though. Why does he have to be so cute? And why doesn't Brian look at me like that?
He does, you stupid girl. He still does. Don't be a fool.
Well, it was a one-time thing. Just do what you came up here to do.
None of that inner monologue stopped her, though, as she furiously rubbed her clit in the shower, thinking about Kyle.
She came, shaved, and put on her makeup base, and packed her g-string and fishnets. She would finish her makeup and change at the club.
She and Kyle ate the pizza he had ordered: sausage and green peppers. They chatted a little more: neither brought up the lap dance, and when she left for work, he was drifting away, still jet-lagged, in front of SportsCenter.
She arrived at the club, called Taboo, around 7.