I nearly lost my balance. Andrew smiled at me and gestured for me to carry on. He sat on a comfortable leather sofa, looking relaxed. His eyes hovered over my body, stopping at my legs, then my thighs, as my heartbeat accelerated. Fury overwhelmed me, riding through me like a storm, weakening my knees.
It took me only a few seconds to notice that he didn't recognise me. I had dyed my hair since he last saw me and I was wearing a mask. He never paid attention to small details. He was too self-absorbed to recognise the small dimple on my shoulder that he used to like kissing during sex.
I remembered that I had to breathe, and if I wanted to carry on working in the club, I needed to calm down. My hands were shaking when I gripped the pole. I reminded myself that he came here for entertainment, and as far as I knew I was just another girl.
My heart was thumping in my chest, pumping adrenaline into my veins.
He was here, but why?