Amy's pov
Chad takes a second to leave the room, and the moment the door clicks shut, I move fast. I open drawers with shaking hands, shoving aside papers, pens, cufflinks....nothing useful....until one small velvet-lined compartment slides open. A tiny black device sits inside, no bigger than my thumb. I snatch it without thinking, my pulse hammering as I hide it behind my back.
Footsteps.
I slam the drawer quietly and turn just as Chad re-enters, wearing nothing but a loose bathroom robe hanging open at his chest. Bile rises up my throat and I swallow hard, disgusted by his presence.
Water glistens on his skin. His eyes sweep over me slowly, dark and hungry. He licks his lips, deliberate, slow, like he’s already imagining what he wants to do.
My breath catches. My full breasts rise
