Frank bored his eyes into hers. "No names. You know better than that, Esme. It's hush-hush. As for why me---I guess it's because I'm pretty fucking good at what I do."<br/><br/>Frank waggled his eyebrows and took another swig of beer.<br/><br/>"Honestly? The client had no idea of our...history. When I got the job and I found out it was you...I may have had a second thought or two. But in my business you don't pass on jobs. You do that too often, they stop asking you. Know what I mean?"<br/><br/>Frank shifted in his seat and looked at Esme, up and down.<br/><br/>"So this gig. What the hell? How did this come about? Dancing for strange men."