That woman usually seemed so cold and aloof, but once her clothes came off, she transformed into a little vixen.
They had gone at it for a full six rounds, and he was utterly exhausted.
He reached out, patting the pillow, but it was empty.
'Don't tell me she's pulled her disappearing act on me again.'
He shot up in bed and scanned the suite.
The curtains were drawn, blocking most of the sunlight from outside. But through the gaps, rays of light flooded in, casting a brilliant golden patch on the hardwood floor.
Everything was silent. The bathroom door was open and the room was empty. On the floor, the clothes that belonged to Ashley Bowen had vanished without a trace.
He turned his head, about to call Sean and put out an all-points bulletin across the country for the woman who kept running from him again and again. But then, his gaze was completely drawn to a red banknote pinned under his phone.
