Chapter 383 Get the Hell Out of the Crew

• Changing was as simple as it gets, yet Yvette Milligan’s palms were slick with sweat. Once she finished and gathered her clothes, she blamed it on the heat.
• A soft click—the dressing room door opened.
• Steam curled in the air. Yvette’s fair skin flushed with a rosy sheen. Starlight seemed to flicker in her eyes. Her smile was cool and refined as she shot Lance Jardel a fierce glare, then quickly looked away.