Kidnapped by a luxury spa

Carmen led me back to her room with that same infuriatingly smug look on her face, the one that told me she knew exactly what she was doing and that she was enjoying keeping me in the dark.

I narrowed my eyes at her. "Carmen," I said slowly, "what is going on?"

She just smirked and pressed a kiss to my forehead. "You'll see."

That did not answer anything.

I crossed my arms, watching as she stepped back toward the door. "You're not leaving me here, are you?"

"I am," she said with a grin.

"What—"

Before I could demand further explanation, the door opened—and in walked four women, all dressed in sleek, professional black attire. They looked like they had just stepped out of a luxury spa, each carrying a set of supplies, their movements smooth and practiced.

I blinked at them.

They smiled at me.