"Althea! I'm coming!" Robin shouted, his voice echoing down the hallway as he sprinted to the elevator. Sweat beaded on his brow, his heart pounding harder with each step.
He jabbed the button for their floor and paced impatiently as the elevator doors slid shut.
This time, he wasn't alone. He had enlisted the help of three hotel staff members and secured the master key to their royal suite. Panic clawed at his chest.
Ross Oakley wasn't just any man—he was a notorious womanizer, known for his audacity and charm. Robin's thoughts spiraled into worst-case scenarios, each more infuriating than the last.
What if Ross was forcing himself on Althea? What if she was trapped, unable to call for help? The mental images made his blood boil.
"Come on, come on! Can't this thing go faster?" he muttered, hitting the "close door" button repeatedly as though it might shave seconds off his journey.
