He stood there staring at me, eyes narrowed. I could smell a faint scent of alcohol. It wasn’t too strong, and mixed with his cologne, it was actually…intoxicating.

“Mr. Peterson?” I gently called him.

But he didn’t answer, and shoved me away.

“Mr. Peterson!”

I stood by the door, and was stunned watching him find his way directly to my bed and collapsed on it.

My eyes widened. Now what?

Then I realized that I was in my ...