Chapter 73

• SAMANTHA'S POV
• I follow him behind as he heads for the elevator. We enter in, and he clicks the fourth floor. The lift up is sufferably quiet, with neither of us talking. He brings out his phone and taps on the screen; he's texting someone. A pretty lady, I bet, like Amy or the one he kissed last night at the club.
• I'm thinking of how I will enter his room, close my eyes, and hide behind the door waiting for him to undress, collect the clothes, and run out to launder them. I'm pretty sure it's already past 45 minutes. I wonder what this stranger is thinking. Stranger? This is the second time we're meeting, and I don't even know his name.