Chapter 84 – Work, Work, Work

• I’m dressed very poshly today as Frankie and I walk into Lupa, perfectly on time for my lunch shift. Nico insisted I look good – not at all try to hide myself away in any clothes that made me look shy or innocent. No, he insisted I dress like I always do – or sexier, if I’m being honest.
• I didn’t think it was a bad plan this morning, but I gulp as I walk in now, wishing I had a mile or two of fabric to hide under.
• “Confidence,” Frankie murmurs under his breath, giving me a cool smile. I smile back, grateful for him as we move through the staff room and towards the bar. I’m jealous too – because how on earth does he manage to be so cool and collected under all of this pressure?