Amelia's hand, holding the doorknob, didn't pull it open. Instead, she addressed the figure of the man outside, "Daniel Cooper, I forgot to grab my bathrobe just now. Could you fetch it for me from the balcony?"
"Sure," the man's voice was deep and low.
A moment later, the glass door was tapped lightly twice, "May I come in?"
"Don't come in," Amelia immediately said, then opened the door a crack, "Just hand it to me."
If she let him in under these circumstances, wouldn't she be digging her own grave?
If it stimulated his interest and he went for another round, she estimated it wouldn't just be simple body aches afterward.
She'd definitely have to go to the hospital.
The man was fairly obedient; if she didn't let him in, he wouldn't enter, standing outside and extending an arm through the door gap.
Amelia glanced at what he was holding in his hand and frowned, "Didn't I ask you to get the bathrobe?"
