Monica rolled her eyes, but there was the faintest hint of relief in her expression—one he caught and chose not to comment on. "Don't flatter yourself. You're just conveniently tall and ridiculously pretty."
Rex smirked. "I don't know if I should take that as a compliment or a warning, "Rex grinned," but either way, you better be ready to pay up. I don't work for free." He said with a mischievous glint in his eyes.
"Humph! Isn't it enough I'm letting you put your hand on my waist?" she said, motioning toward his uninvited hand on her waist.
Hearing this Rex just chuckled and said, "don't get me wrong, that's just for the act, as for the payment? We'll see later."
"Dream on, be thankful that I hadn't chopped your pigs hoof," she snorted.
"Ohhh, so fierce!" he smirked.
