"Shift's over." Jenna Roland dropped her professional smile, her eyes turning icy.

She tried to sidestep the three drunken men blocking her path, but they closed ranks.

"Think you're too good for us?" The leader's breath reeked of alcohol as he sneered.

One of them grabbed at her arm. "Who does an escort think she is?"

Jenna clenched and unclenched her fists. Scanning the room, she suddenly flashed a bright smile. "Fine. Give me your table number. I'll change and join you."

The men swaggered off, smugly calling out their booth location.

The moment they disappeared, Jenna snatched her purse and bolted for the staff exit.

Up on the second-floor balcony, Ethan Roscente's cigarette ash trembled faintly over the railing.

"Well, well." Gavin Valentine sidled up beside him. "Someone can't take his eyes off her."

Ethan stubbed out his cigarette and strode toward the exit.

Outside the club, Sophie Roscente clung to Jenna's arm, pouting. "Come with me, please?"

Jenna massaged her temples. "I really—"

"Let's go." Ethan's voice cut in as his black overcoat brushed past her shoulder. "My car."

Gavin's eyebrows shot up—this was the same man who'd canceled on the mayor's dinner invitation last week.

Sophie seized the moment to push Jenna toward the parking lot. "I owe you for last time. Let me make it up to you!"

Jenna found herself buckled into the Porsche's passenger seat. The understated sedan hid a luxury interior.

In the rearview mirror, Ethan's lips curved the faintest fraction.