Off Limits: The Butler's Daughter Is Mine.

ROSE."One more drink, please!" I shouted over the music, throwing my arms up and letting the beat move through me.The club was packed that night.Bodies were pressed close together under lights that kept switching from red to blue to gold, and the air smelled like perfume and sweat and spilled drinks.I let my hair down and danced like nobody was watching, even though I knew people were.Lydia and Sharma, my best friends, stood on the side, heads close together, glancing at me every few seconds.I didn't need to hear them to know what they were saying.Vance left me for his ex that morning, he went back to Maria and got her pregnant while he was still dating me.That was enough to make anyone fall apart, and they thought that was the whole story.They didn't know about my uncle.They didn't know about the nights I put a chair under my door handle so he couldn't get in and force himself on me.They didn't know why I packed one bag and never went back to that house, but I kept all of

ROSE."What the hell, Sharma?" I said, staring at my friend, waiting for an answer that made sense.She stared back for a long moment, not knowing what to say at first.Then she swallowed and spoke carefully. "It's fine, Rose. I think I have an idea, but honestly there's no way you can walk into Drake Machorace's office. You literally spilled a drink on his face last night, It hasn't even been twenty four hours, and now you're going to stand in front of him and ask for money."I let out a shaky breath, my whole body tense. "Fuck. You're right! You're so damn right! What am I supposed to do now? I can't let my father rot in that hospital bed."Sharma stepped closer and we stared quietly at the empty floor for a while before her eyes lit up. "Wait. I think I've got an idea.""You said that already," I said. "And all you did was list reasons why I shouldn't go.""No, listen. Since he doesn't know you, or your connection to his butler, I can pretend to be his daughter instead. I'll say I'