TWENTY-NINE
The whole apartment she’d shared with the trio of guys the night before was smaller than the room Tulsi entered. It seemed that the whole top floor had been renovated. Presumably for use by the boss. Obviously, that room was supposed to be a statement on his stature.
There was no one in the room at that moment, giving it an eerie air. Faint piano music played and smells from the food on the table, which was under silver, drifted her way.
As she crept forward, the door behind her swung shut, startling her. Alone, she kept her guard high. The lights were low and candles were lit in various corners as well as on the table. Someone was trying to set the scene for romance. Tulsi didn’t feel seduced; she was too on edge to relax.
A door in the far corner opened; she waited to see
