Suite Mistakes: The Wrong Keycard

Summary

The room was pitch black. I threw my arms around his neck and kissed him.

"Do you like this lace set? The one you were looking at last time?"

I pulled my boyfriend's hand, pressing it against my chest.

Suddenly, his body went rigid. His breathing hitched, growing erratic.

I thought he was just being shy, so I forcefully pushed him back onto the sofa.

My hand trailed down the hard ridges of his abs.

But the very next second, my wrist was seized in a vice-like grip.

"Who are you? What exactly do you think you're doing?"