When the entire shower room is back to deathly silence, I release my shaking breath. I'm having a hard time absorbing what just happened. My eyes scan the stall I'm in, desperately trying to find my towel and underwear—certain that what Gray announced is just a bluff—but not really finding them anywhere at all. I'm naked. I'm hopeless.
I lean my body against the cold blue-tiled wall, angry at myself for letting my guard down so easily. Why am I so stupid to even choose to take a bath in the pool's shower room, for crying out loud!
If Gray thinks I'm going to get my underwear naked in front of the hotel, he's dead wrong. But he's clever enough to think things through to make his revenge work. My friends are unreliable as of now. Chances of anybody helping me out is very low. The whole flock of celebrities out there might be scared of me but they all hate me as much.
Damn. I honestly did not see this coming.
My eyes catch sight of a folded piece of paper just beneath the cubicle's door and I choke a gasp.
"Although, in place of these accouterments of yours is a note and you'll find it conveniently slipped right through your cubicle's door..."
It couldn't be a note, could it?
Carefully picking it up, I slowly unfold the damp paper and on it is Gray's messy scrawl. The ink is spreading across the paper already, but the three words written are still readable.
Payback time, baby.
My blood boils with rage and my nerves snap off, pushing my patience to its limit. I crumple the paper with force and hurl it over the door. I hear it thud on the tiled floor outside and then there's silence once more.
My mind spins violently, trying to find a solution. I could slip out of here undetected, but I strongly doubt it. Eyes would anticipate anyone coming out of the shower room. All the guys are waiting for me to come out bare-skinned. And the media would feast on me. I couldn't let that happen.
Taking few deep breaths, I hold my head up.
Well, I'd rather wait for my girls than to give myself up to Gray Langdon's game. Besides, I tell myself, three hours is long enough to plot my revenge.