In a heartbeat, Rochelle blacked out, slumping to the floor. When she regained her senses, she was sprawled in an unfamiliar room, wait a minute, wasn’t this the same man she had dispatched to Elisa’s room?

She knew she hadn’t been violated, but the optics of sharing a room with a naked man were a catastrophe waiting to happen if anyone stumbled upon them. Suppressing the urge to throttle the guy, Rochelle tried to shake him awake.

But the man was out cold from drugs. No amount of shaking seemed to work.

Beads of sweat formed on Rochelle’s forehead, tracing a path down her face. And then, footsteps sounded outside, spurring her into action like a deer in headlights.

The steps were closing in, offering Rochelle zero time to think. She ducked into a nearby closet, and that’s when Paul’s voice and a female stranger’s voice drifted in.

Paul’s voice was tinged with eagerness as he said, “Oh, baby, how I missed you.”

The woman played the coquette, responding with a saccharine-sweet, “You naughty boy.”

might give anyone

entered the room, wrapped up in their little reunion, blissfully

gears clicked. This must be Paul’s

“What the heck—!”

guy on the bed. She turned her gaze to

sexual orientation. Paul seemed on edge, ready to intervene, but her

know?” Paul grumbled, scratching

who can’t

the woman sheepishly apologized. “Um…

to avoid misunderstandings with Paul, so she stayed hidden in the closet.

‘Whack!’

out from the darkness and violently

aback by the unexpected figure springing from the

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