Page 5 of Never Sleep with the Enemy

The grin on his face is downright wicked.

“Hello, kitty,” he says. “Have you lost your way?”

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KATRINA

Iwiggle my nose. Soft bedsheets brush against my skin, a pleasant contrast to the pounding in my skull and the creeping nausea twisting in my stomach.

Slowly, I tug the sheet down. Sunlight pours through the open curtains, bright and merciless. I wince, squeezing my eyes shut against the sting, but the light pierces through my lids. Groaning, I turn my head away before cracking them open again.

The ceiling above. The furniture. The shape of the room.

Botsford Plaza Hotel. Las Vegas. My home away from home.

How did I get back to my suite?

I push myself upright—slowly.My mouth tastes like stale regret. My breath is even worse.

On the bedside table, a glass of water waits. A yellow sticky note clings to the side, bold black letters scrawled across it.

DRINK ME

Next to it, a second note sits beneath two small white pills.

TAKE ME

I obey without question, my hungover brain reduced to following simple commands. Drink. Take. Eat. Pray.Ugh.

Eventually, I’ll get up, check my phone, take a…

Shower.

It’s already on.

I blink at the bathroom door, sitting slightly ajar. A thin ribbon of steam curls through the opening.

Who is in my shower?

Who put out the water?

Who…

A navy blue robe lies neatly at the foot of the bed with another sticky note slapped over the Botsford Plaza logo embroidered on the pocket.

I shift forward—and freeze.

My hand flies to my chest.

I’m naked.Verynaked.

I peek under the sheets. Panties on, at least. But the rest? Gone.

Why am I very naked?

Swallowing hard, I snatch the sticky note off the robe.

PUT ME ON

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