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.”

sweetness might give

the room, wrapped up in their little reunion, blissfully

This must be Paul’s

“What the heck—!”

She turned her gaze

woman question Paul’s sexual orientation. Paul seemed on edge, ready to intervene, but her

would I know?” Paul grumbled,

id*ot who can’t

her overreaction, the woman sheepishly

misunderstandings with Paul, so she stayed hidden

‘Whack!’

the darkness and

by the unexpected figure springing from the closet, the woman’s

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