~Harlow~
I don't know how long I slept, but when I wake up, it’s to Raidon and Rhen talking softly on either side of me. I am toasty warm pressed between their bodies and I don't want to move, knowing that my heat has now abated. I will be sent home; well, back to the storage lockers.
Yet, I can't stay here either. Dread pools in my belly as Thane's words come back to me. He knows I’m the girl from the strip club, and I know he will fire me. One thing I have come to learn after working for them for the last couple weeks is that image is everything. There’s nothing Thane hates more than bad press.
"Wonder what time he’ll be home," I hear Raidon murmur, and my eyes flutter open to see Rhen's tattooed chest. I want to trace my fingers over the patterns that are etched into his skin, but I
