"Some of them may have a brain cell or two, but it's not like any of them would have expected it, so I'd have totally won," she was supremely confident in her abilities, bordering on arrogant. Okay, a lot arrogant, but it was an earned arrogance.
"Okay, fine, when I'm not on stage, I'll wear the damn charm thing, alright?" She shrugged sarcastically. "It doesn't exactly go with the style for work."
Dammit, he was giving her that grin. The one which made her all conflicted with wanting to laugh and spark him again. "Right," she drawled with a smirk. "Little skirts. Want a lap dance too while I'm at it? Gotta admit, not seeing much difference between that and the dancing. At least the pervs in there are open about it."