Page 10 of Seductive Sin

At least I have Miles’s wallet and whatever’s inside plus his keys and phone. I don’t have time to look through it now. Miles won’t be able to get out of the room, but he’ll be able to use the intercom and get someone to let him out quickly.

I need to get out of this house. But first things first. I need to find something to wear, or at least to cover my nightie.

I walk quickly through the hallway, and once I’m away from my door, I no longer hear the shower running. In fact, I hear nothing.

Is that good or bad?

I have no idea, and I can’t take the time to ruminate on it. I need to find something to?—

I jerk at a sound coming from down the hallway.

I grab the first doorknob and I say a silent thank you to the universe when it opens.

I slip inside.

It’s dark. Probably another guest room like the one where they were keeping me. Will I find clothes in the closet?

Once my eyes adjust, I look quickly at the door. It’s the same. No knob. No way to lock it or unlock it from the inside without a key.

I can’t think too much about that. Most likely there will be bars on the windows, just as there were in my room. At least I can hide here for a moment and check the closet.

I walk through the sitting area to the bedroom, not daring to turn on the light. The bed is empty, thank God. I open the closet door and?—

Nothing.

Fucking nothing.

I don’t dare speak. What if someone monitors these rooms? What if the intercom is on?

Holy shit, what if there’s a camera?

I slide along the edges of the room until I’m back to the door. I draw in a deep breath, not even caring that I smell like puke.

I need to get out of here soon, so no more looking for clothes. It’s this nightie, puke and all, or nothing.

And it sure as hell won’t be nothing.

I swallow, gather my courage, and?—

Fuck, fuck, fuck!

The door is closed, and with no knob, I can’t open it, even though it’s not locked.

Maybe I can use Miles’s phone. I grab it.

It’s locked. Of course. With an eight-digit code.

I can still make a call to one of his emergency contacts. Of course, they’re all going to be family.

And I can’t call 911. Any cop who ended up coming to my rescue would surely be one who’s been bought by the McAllisters. Plus their sirens would alert all of the family members and servants that something is up.

Damn it!

I throw the phone across the room.

I shake my head, my heart falling to my gut. I lean into the wall on the left side of the door and slide down into a sitting position, burying my head in my hands.

I’ll be punished for this.

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