Chapter 12

• On Wednesday, I get a text from the manager of the club asking if I can take up a shift that night, and after the payouts I’ve been receiving on Fridays and Saturdays, I jump at the extra income. I shoot off a text telling her I’ll be there at seven.
• I manage to squeeze in a quick dinner and shower after work before heading off to the gentlemen’s club. The shift is uneventful—thankfully. No sign of Asher or anyone I know, thank God. I still burn with embarrassment at the thought of it. How he’d stared at me in surprise, how his gaze had lingered across my body. And then his face when we’d spoken at work on Monday.
• I try to shrug off the discomfort and continue unbothered. It doesn’t matter. Just a few more months of this, and I’ll be able to afford my parents’ home. Everything will be right with the world. I just have to survive this awkward, awkward time.