I walk around naked when I am home alone, and I have more than once got myself off on the couch in full view while watching porn on his colossal TV, stuck to the goddamn wall. I am not exactly shy about self-pleasuring or even doing my yoga workout utterly starkers in the lounge.

Who the hell watches the footage back? That pervy silent guard on the third floor?

Oh, my God!

My blood runs cold at the thought, and I wonder if he has cameras in my bedroom. Knowing this, how ...