“Oh, damn!” Savannah cursed under her breath, irritation flashing across her face.
She hadn’t expected a man to barge into the dressing room, but there he was—tall, broad-shouldered, and exuding authority. His sharp eyes swept over the women before settling squarely on her.
“Boss wants you to perform for someone,” he announced, his tone leaving no room for argument. “He’s a VIP, so don’t screw it up. If you do your job well, you’ll be paid handsomely.”
Savannah frowned. “But I thought the boss wanted me to perform for him tonight,” she countered, crossing her arms.
The man’s expression darkened with irritation. “You do exactly what you’re told. You don’t question the boss,” he warned, his voice sharp.
Savannah inhaled deeply, forcing a sultry smile onto her lips. She knew better than
