And yet, after three uneventful evenings in a row, she was about to give it up. At least that was until Juno reappeared, just before the club was about to close for the night.
“Trish,” he called to her as she was getting dressed.
“Yeah?”
“Got a little party happening tonight you might enjoy,” he said watching as she changed from her shorts to jeans. She shivered nervously.
“I told you I wasn’t into it, Juno,” she replied.
“Hey, you’ve got it all wrong. No one’s gonna bother you. You’ll just pretty up the place.”
“Yeah, sure.”
Sauntering towards her, he stood close, running his hand through her hair. “What are you, blonde underneath this wig?”
“I don’t tell,” she replied. “It makes working here more anonymous.” She turned away from him to grab her T-shirt.
“And you can keep it that
