I whipped around. “Wait, what?”
The last thing I saw before the elevator doors closed was Ash’s dimpled smirk.
Damn him.
I stormed over to the elevator and stabbed the button.
Nothing.
Not just didn’t it open, it didn’t ding or light up or anything. I tried again.
Nothing.
I looked closer and noticed it wasn’t a normal button. It had a fingerprint scanny thing.
Shit, does that mean I’m stuck in here?
I had no plans to leave the space anyway. It wasn’t like I had the money or interest to explore the resort. But Ash had me trade one cabin fever for another.
It didn’t make sense.
Giving up my escape, I moved through the penthouse. Perfectly pressed suits hung in the massive walk-in closet. A few pairs of basketball shorts and tees were folded in the storage cubes next to them. A pair of shiny shoes sat on a rack next to a pair of sneakers, but that was it. The rest of the space was empty.
And clean.
Not so much as a fleck of dirt on the sneakers.
The whole penthouse was the same. Perfectly clean, if not barren.
And frankly underwhelming.
The suites at The Roulette weren’t luxurious by any stretch of the imagination, but they were still painted a light dusty blue that hid grime and fading. The walls in Ash’s penthouse were all light beige. The Roulette had generic art on the wall that had likely come from a thrift shop or closeout sale. His penthouse had no art other than a large mirror mounted near the entrance.
With all the raving I’d heard about Sunrise, I was shocked to find it so poorly decorated. Especially since I was sure the price for a single night there would give me an aneurysm.
With nothing else to do, I plopped down on the couch. Rather than reaching for the remote, I grabbed the iPad next to it on the coffee table.
Hopefully there’s no password because it’s research time.
I pressed the power button, and it loaded right to the main screen. I opened the internet browser and typed in the name Ash had given me.
Ash Cooper
A message popped up, telling me it was blocked.
What the hell?
I tried to download a different browser from the app store, but that was restricted, too. Everything was.
Even the already downloaded apps gave me the same message or just didn’t load. All except the reading one. That loaded right up to display thousands of books. Everything from highlander romance to true crime to random ancient civilizations.
Bizarre.
As I scrolled through, my fingertip felt something on the back. I flipped it over to see an engraving.
Happy Birthday, little dove.
I had no clue who little dove was, but it was a safe bet it wasn’t Ash.