Chapter 11

“Oh!” A woman yelled from outside the bathroom.

His heart racing, Damian wrapped the towel around his waist and burst through the door.

A short middle-aged maid had entered the hotel room. She stood just inside staring in surprise at the bed. Damian followed her gaze.

Jake had awakened when the woman cried out and he now sat up in the bed, blinking in confusion. Streaks of chocolate sauce slashed across his chest.

“Margery?” Jake said.

The maid, Margery, Damian guessed, turned her shocked gaze to Damian now. Her jaw slacked open. Her eyes bugged out rather comically at his barely clothed state. Then she quickly looked back at Jake. Her face turned a bright shade of red.

“I…I thought no one was in the room right now and I’d come to clean it,” Margery stated. She backed up toward the door. “S-sorry, sir. Um, J-Jake.” Her hand grasped the doorknob and she stumbled in her haste to exit the room. “So sorry.”