Finally, I force myself to reply to John’s text.
*Yes, sir. Very nice indeed.*
Not a minute after I hit send, my phone pings.
*Ah, but did you behave yourself, Miss Smith?*
I am now completely convinced. He must know. There’s got to be a camera somewhere in my room. I wave my hand around just in case to let him know I know.
*Any misbehavior was completely unconscious, Mr. Tanner*
I wait for a reply but it’s long in coming. I decide to hit the shower and get dressed instead of focusing on it.
Before I’ve even finished drying off, I hear the doorbell.
Who in their right mind would show up here at 9:30 in the morning? None of our friends ring the doorbell anyway. We don’t have a peephole, so I just open the door.
A young man with a pony tail is standing there in a uniform-style polo
