Anthony squinted one eye open. A sharp headache slammed into his skull like a hammer. He squeezed his eyes shut again, but then they flew wide. He jolted upright in the strange bed, chest heaving.
His gaze darted around the unfamiliar room. “How the f**k did I get here?” he whispered, voice cracking.
He swung his legs off the bed and tried to stand, but the room tilted. He paused, one hand on the wall, breathing hard until the dizziness passed. “What happened?” he muttered.
Then the memories slammed into him—the meeting, the long hallway, Elena’s smile. His eyes widened. He looked down.
He was completely naked.
“No… no, no, no.” His voice rose in panic. His hands shook as he scanned the floor. His clothes lay scattered everywhere. A woman’s bra hung off the edge of the chair. He clapp
