"Yes, Sir... please..."
Smack.
Jennifer flinched, her forehead resting against the cold mahogany of the locked door. Her breath came in shallow, ragged gasps that she desperately tried to keep quiet.
She couldn't get in. But the burning, agonizing need to know what was happening behind those doors was tearing her apart.
Her panicked eyes darted up and down the hallway, frantically searching for another way, another angle.
Then, she saw it.
The door to the adjoining guest suite was hanging half-open, swallowed in shadows.
Jennifer's heart hammered against her ribs as she realized the connection. That room opened up to the wrap-around stone terrace... the exact same balcony that led directly to the master bedroom windows.
Without thinking, she abandoned the locked door and slipped into the dark guest room.
