Chapter 3

My body locks in place like someone drove a nail through my feet.

One second. Two.

Dana materializes beside me right on cue.

"Sorry,she's part-time. Once her set's done, she's off the clock."

Dana shoots me a look. I bolt.

She pulls me aside backstage.

"Heads up next time, okay? We've all been the new girl. One complaint and your whole night's pay is gone."

"Thanks, Dana. I owe you one."

"Don't worry about it. But that VIP room? Watch yourself. Every person at that table is a big shot. Especially the young one in the middle,the good-looking one. Tech startup founder, been in Forbes. None of us can afford to piss him off."

The warning comes a little too late.

If there's one person on this planet who has already pissed off Evan Corwin beyond the point of no return, it's me.

I'm the ex he can "hardly" remember.

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