Louis’s body shook the moment he stepped into the club. His eyes scanned the room—and there she was. At the end of the bar, Andrea leaned against the counter beside Eric, her profile lit in warm red light.
“What’s your boyfriend doing here?” Eric chuckled, raising a brow.
Andrea’s gaze locked onto Louis as he walked straight to the bartender. Her lips parted slightly, but her voice came low, a warning.
“You shouldn’t say things like that. Someone hears you, he might end up in real danger.”
She didn’t take her eyes off Louis, watching the brief exchange with the bartender.
“He’s here for the job,” Eric said casually beside her.
“I thought he already had one,” she murmured, brows drawing together. Then it hit her.
“He’s paying off that loan,” she said under her breath, voice touched w
