The room took on a hazy feeling as he sat up in the bed, his arousal flagging to half mast under the fear flooding his veins.
“What do you mean, ‘My secret’,” he called out, his words echoing louder in his head than in the vacant room.
The lack of a response didn’t bother him, but the hollowness of his voice sent a shiver of fright through him.
Rising from the bed, Terry tried pulling the purple sheets around his body, but they refused to budge from the feather mattress, leaving him vulnerable in the perfumed room.
“Clothe yourself,” that silky voice whispered across his mind, continuing on to say, “make your magic cover you.”