I shook my head, refocusing. I couldn’t be having thoughts of Navarro like that, especially not right now. I had a performance I had to prepare for. I started slipping my shirt off, keeping my eyes glued to the ground. I could feel Navarro’s gaze on me still, and I was too afraid to make eye contact with him. I tried to change as quickly as possible. I tossed the shirt to the side and started pulling the dress over my head.
As I slid the dress down my body, Navarro’s hands were suddenly on me, helping me pull the dress down faster. I looked at him, but his expression looked normal. There was no hint of flirting or anything else. He probably just wanted me to finish faster, so we could get out of the alleyway.
Once the dress was on, I slipped the pants off. I folded both the shirt and the
