Some days, she wondered if she was breaking Martin's heart. She really could go clean, just work for him and leave the criminal life behind. But honestly, even if she wasn't living extravagantly, the pay was just not enough for her tastes, and she couldn't expect Martin to give her the co-president treatment.<br/><br/>Besides, if he really would be heartbroken by her criminal behaviour, he wouldn't have introduced her to Dale, would have spoken up when their gang started to get their feet into the criminal ring. And with one more mouth to feed, Skye was going to need the extra from her side hustle.<br/><br/>Speaking of hustle, after busting her ass on a long, physically intense day, Skye was about ready to collapse. She barely noticed Anya sitting in the living nook, clacking away on her laptop. Skye gave a half hearted wave, wondered if Anya would mind if she put on that travel documentary she had been putting off for a while as she pounded back a few beers and--<br/><br/>Oh, wow, Anya was...Anya still wasn't dressed. Skye was left staring, stammering nonsense as she was easily dragged into the bathroom and watched as the water started running. Without even thinking, she started to peel out of her sweaty clothes.<br/><br/>"Huh? Uh, sure...yeah, a soak sounds good--wait, hold on, hang on," she stopped, dropping her shirt and covering her breasts. "What's going-what's going on here, kiddo? Dinner's visiting? Did you invite someone over?"