I organized the small plates of appetizers around the biggest plate, holding the entree. They all fitted perfectly on the little tray I had in my arms.

A woman snuck into my estate last night. She witnessed me murdering one of the mayor’s colleagues, and I couldn’t let her go with that information. I had her drugged and thrown in one of the rooms of my basement.

She was pretty, but not my type. At least, not my type when it came to having sex. And my type of sex wasn’t a girl’s dream.

I unlocked the door to her bedroom and walked in, setting the tray down on the nightstand. She was still high, but not that bad to be unconscious.

I sighed and lightly slapped her cheek.

“Wake up.”