Franco found out I was sleeping with her in the most mundane way. He came by my apartment to drop off the new building contracts and saw her in my bed. His black eyes met mine, ice cold, and for the first time since I’ve been old enough to care, I couldn’t meet his critical gaze. Fuck him. I know what I’m doing. I’m sleeping with one of our dancers. I’m crossing every line. I’m being unprofessional and undisciplined, and what happens if things don’t work out? The thought tightens my throat. I can’t let her go.
