Don't Tell

I accidentally scratched a billionaire's car, so I went up to his room to apologize.

I’ve been cleaning rooms in this hotel for years, and this morning my mother started demanding money I don’t have.

I'd skipped breakfast and felt light-headed when my mop hit the side of his car.

My boss watched the whole thing on the cameras and told me to go up and apologize or clean out my locker.

I knocked three times and nobody answered, so I let myself in with my master key.

The lights were off, and I stopped when I saw the safe behind his desk hanging open and empty.

I turned toward the bedroom, pushed the door open, and froze.

He was lying naked on the bed with one wrist cuffed to the iron frame above his head.

The second he saw me, he smiled.

I grabbed the key off the nightstand, just out of his reach, and freed him.

He asked me my name, and I told him, then he told me to lean in, and I did.

He looked at me and grinned as he said,

"Suzanne, can you keep a secret?"