Scarlett POV
I stood in the room for a while longer, letting Dante's words wash over me. "If you ever need to use me again when I'm here, feel free." Why did that feel like more than he was insinuating? Don't even think about it, Scarlett. You really can't be stupid enough to believe that there are still good guys after Gary. I chastise myself. I take a few more deep breaths before I step out of the room and come face to face with the new dancer that started a few days ago.
"Scarlett is it" she asks. "Yes, it is. What can I help you with?" "What were you doing in the private room with the hot guy," she asks. "I don't think that's any of your business. Now if you'll excuse me, I need to get ready for my next set." I go to step past her and she grabs my arm. I quickly rip my arm from her
