Out of the frying pan
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I shot Lily a warning glance the moment the word “strippers” left his mouth. Did he just refer to us as strippers? Now I was even angrier than how I was earlier that day when I saw saw Blake walking in with Chloe. This was worse. And thatbitch named Melinda. Of all the things Melinda could have thrown at me today, she just had to send us to these degenerates.
“Well?” The bearded one – Alan, I assumed because I read his file briefly – slouched deeper into his leather chair and waved his empty glass at us.
“Don't just stand there. Pour us a drink,” his eyes were especially on me, raking over me in a way that made me want to shower for a week.
“Who the hell do these people think we are?” I grunted through clenched teeth. My hands were already curling
