#Chapter 186 – Old Tricks

“Hi!” I say, falling into the cheerful persona that always works best in the clubs that I’ve worked at the moment we step through the door. Frankie follows coolly at my heels as I stride forward towards the manager, playing idly with my hair, knowing it makes me look silly and a little dumb. “Um, I was wondering if you had an opening for a dancer tonight?” The manager takes a moment, looking me up and down, taking in Christian’s baggy clothing and the too-big sandals. He shifts his eyes, for a moment, to Frankie, who looks casually over at the stage, where two girls are dancing. “Tonight isn’t amateur night,” the manager murmurs, looking back down at his clipboard. “Come back on Tuesday.” “Oh, I’m not an amateur,” I say, giving a tinkly little laugh and rolling my eyes. “I just to work at the Satin Slipper up north?” His eyebrows go up at the name and I know he heard of it. I mean, it’s a very good club. “Yeah?” he asks, clearly not believing me fully – at least not yet. Then