"Sweetheart, ever since I met you, everyone else is just a fading memory."
Tucker pinched my chin, lifted my face, and leaned in closer. "Now, I only have eyes for you."
Without missing a beat, I slapped his hand away and warned him, "Buddy, I don't recall getting paid for this gig, so don't drag me into your soap opera without my consent."
Just when Tucker seemed ready to put on another show, he was interrupted by a sound. "Wait!"
The two employers suddenly snapped back to reality and remembered that they were supposed to be classy socialites. They helped each other up, quickly fixing their tousled hair and smoothing out their designer dresses.
The short-haired one strutted over, head held high in a haughty posture, and glared down at me like she hadn't just been clawing for Tucker's
