Jensyn gasped as a firm hand clamped over her mouth, stifling any noise she was about to make. Her senses were instantly flooded by the sharp scent of masculine cologne and the solid weight of a body.
A whisper followed her panic. "Quiet!" Came the low, commanding voice of Linden Rawlings as he hissed, his voice low and urgent. "If you scream, we'd be caught."
Jensyn's body stiffened, her heart pounded in her chest. She was about to fight back, but something in Linden's tone stopped her. He wasn't being a jerk or cruel; he was just being careful.
When Linden removed his hand from her mouth, Jensyn took in a shaky breath, her eyes scanning the room. Shelves lined the walls, stacked high with neatly folded towels, toiletries, and boxes of luxurious bathroom essentials. Jensyn knew their value because she had worked in a hotel before.
"I heard the voice of someone familiar," she whispered, her stomach twitching with anxiety.
