Chapter 36

Sighing, she made her way to her new desk. If Bonheur did well, she’d move all her bookkeeping over here, her laptop, her files. She’d elevate one of the dependable dancers like Sadie to manager so she could spend more time here, with her happiness. She’d worked hard for success, to change her life. The thought of never having to take her clothes off in public again was deeply satisfying. And if she succeeded, she could say she’d done it on her own.

For a moment, Alyssa wondered what her mother would have thought of her accomplishments. Then realized that she would have lived in denial about Sexy Sirens and the stripping . . . and everything that had come before it. Good ol’ Trisha had always had that Beverly Hills housewife knack for burying her head in the sand, especially if confronted with anything tawdry before her ten a.m. mimosa.

And it didn’t matter. Her mom was gone, and her future was on track . . . mostly. Luc aside, Bonheur had done a great business this even