Chapter 162

• Serafina
• What the fuck was Enzo doing here? I'd come into work expecting the usual—a night of delivering drinks to the girls and their clients while dodging anyone who got too grabby. Most of the men who frequented the club tended to blur the line of who was for sale and who wasn't. When I first started, I was told it came with the job and to figure out a way to deal with it. Of course, the outfits they put us in didn't help matters. But it was what it was. So I would smile, dodge hands, collect my tips, ignore my aching feet in these fucking heels, and then go back to Jade's and fall into bed. Or couch, as the case may be.
• I did not expect to see the man I'd barely escaped once sitting at one of my tables, sunglasses hiding his thoughts as he stared down at his phone. According to Jade, he'd only been here once, and that was the first time she'd met him for a date. She always met her clients here the first time, so she could see what their vibe was before she went anywhere alone with them. And even then, she was prepared with pepper spray and a weekly self-defense class. It was one of the main reasons I'd filled in for her on that particular date the other night. I wanted to lose my virginity and then never see the guy again.