Lyla

When I get out onto the floor, I see I’m already too late to beat the girls upstairs to the punch.

Rashid sat in the same spot he’d taken up yesterday, but instead of being left alone, he was surrounded by a few other dancers already trying to give him a lap dance. I ground my teeth together in annoyance.

Obviously, it wasn’t exactly my place to be pissed at them. They were only doing a job, after all, and ...