“He’s not very accommodating, the commission he offers on sales isn’t the best, and I honestly hate how he sends us?—”
“My ‘okay’ was rhetorical.” He cut me off. “You can save the rest of your explanation for the police.”
“I thought we agreed that you weren’t going to call them?”
“Surely you didn’t believe that.” He pulled out his phone. “Get dressed and wait for the police to get here. You’re out of your mind.”
“No, you’re out ofyourmind…”
I rushed past the other door to grab my bag from the parlor room. Pulling on my blouse and jeans, I silently vowed to deal with the panties situation later.
Panicking, I shoved my shampoo and soaps into my stowaway bag.
This time, I didn’t tuck anything I owned into a special hiding place.
I slung my bag over my shoulder and slipped through the bathroom’s second exit.
I was halfway across the living room when I realized I wasn’t wearing any shoes.
No, no, no…
I rushed back to the bathroom and found Mr. Hudson standing in front of the shower—studying the glass like it was a crime scene.
“Yes, I know…” he spoke into his phone. “I would very much like to report a?—”
His eyes caught mine through the mirror’s reflection as I slipped into my shoes.
“A fuckingcrime…” He hissed.
I didn’t stick around to hear the rest of his words.
With my heart racing hard enough to crack my ribs, I sprinted toward the private elevator and slammed my finger against the “door close” button so hard my nail chipped.
I pressed “garage,” and the elevator immediately shot downward.
Please don’t call it back up. Please don’t call it back up…
The final whoosh as it passed the second set of condos eased some of the knots twisting in my stomach, but I knew I wasn’t safe yet.
The moment the doors opened, I slipped between rows of expensive sports cars and carefully cut through the security cameras’ blind spots before rushing out onto the street.
As I hurried toward the nearest subway station, I silently begged the universe to retcon this entire day from my life’s history.
I’d officially learned my lesson: Only sneak into the mid-tier and basic units from here on out, not the luxury ones.
I promise, Universe. I promise.
THE CEO
DANTE
It should be illegal for a criminal to be that damn sexy.
“Uh, hello?” Anthony waved a hand in front of my face. “Are you there, Dante?”
“Yes. Obviously.”
“I asked you what you want me to do about this incident,” he said. “She signed in at the desk under the name ‘Miss Robin Hood,’ so it’s going to take me a minute to track down her real identity.”
