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There were probably over twenty different rules about getting involved with your partner. Hell, another fifty written about the stupidity of sleeping with them too. Her rational side often reminded her, but she always supplemented her bad idea to continue this with the fact that they worked so well together. In fact, this had to be some of the best work she'd done with any partner she'd had. Day by day, they had weakened the operations at the club all while solidifying their alias there. She could see that Mikey (well, Alexander) had grown close to them. He was their go-to guy for celebrations, complaints, or just a listening ear. He had earned their trust, and she had danced her ass off until no one at that club had any doubt that Alexander knew how to pick them.
Back at the hotel they made a point to return to every other night (separately, of course), she waited for him to arrive. When he finally walked in through the door, her wide smile greeted him. "You know Jessie was mentioning that the club is going to be closed for a weekend. The plumbing issue got worse, no way they can keep the place open. That means we might finally get some time off to relax."
