Page 85 of Ewan

“He said you can work there anytime you want if you’re still in great physical shape.”

“Oh, thanks.” I roll my eyes. “Is he creepy or something?”

She carelessly shrugs.

“I don’t give a fuck if they’re creepy as long as they pay me well. And this one does. A good friend of mine works there regularly.”

A questioning look slides over my face, so she answers it before I ask the question.

“My friend can’t work there this week. She’s visiting her parents in Ohio. So, can you do it?”

I pull up my phone.

“Let me check my schedule,” I say.

It’s not about checking my schedule. I don’t work in the evenings. Of course I can do it. I just want to think about it for a moment.

The money is good. The last time I worked there, I made a couple of thousand dollars in a single night.

If I work there twice this month, I’ll have some extra cash for my emergency fund.

It wouldn’t be bad at all. There’s one thing, though.

It’s probably not a good idea to have Ewan escort me there.

I’m just saying.

I know we’ve sworn secrecy about our private lives, and all that. And I know we don’t talk much about who we are and what we’re doing.

But if this story gets to someone’s ears at the school or some parents find out Miss Scarlett dances for strangers for cash, my career will be forever ruined.

There’s a lot at stake, and I wish I could say no to it, but the money is good.

Besides, I did it once, and nothing happened, so I can do it again.

No one will know.

I could use the money to fix the roof in the spring.

Ugh.

I hate this.

“So? Are you taking these dates?”

“Yes, I am. What time do I need to be there?”

“Nine.”

“Cool. Thank you so much.”

I try to move away from her as quickly as possible and ponder this a little more.

My phone buzzes with an alert just as I turn to her to thank her again and give her a hug.

“Shit. This must be Miss Scholz.” I tip my eyes down.“Of course it’s her. She’s on her way.”

I lift my gaze.

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