~SCARLETT.

Rick stared at me like I'd just volunteered to strip during Sunday mass.

"You do remember the night performance is your thing, right? What about that?"

"I need this, Rick. Today's been a mess and I need the distraction. Besides..." I added with a pout, "they asked for me. Not Rose."

He raised a brow. "And you'll still perform at night?"

I nodded. "Of course. If that's what you're worried about."

Beside him, Rose looked like she was about to burst a blood vessel.

"You can't seriously be considering it," she stared at him incredulously. "She already gets all the good clients, half the rich ones used to be...