The familiar fog of morning was unwelcomed by Andrew and, eyes stuck with sleep, he yawned and reached for his water bottle. As his hand danced, grasping fresh air, he forced his eyes open and focused on the table. The bottle was not there, how could that be? He had a routine, and he knew that he had had his water ready. Damn it!
‘Thirsty? Looking for this?’ Ellen’s voice was quiet but pin-sharp and she stopped herself from smiling as she saw Andrew’s panic.
‘Miss St Peters? What are you…?’
‘What am I doing in your room? Well, Andrew, it is my hotel, or at least my responsibility. It is a strong argument to say that I am the only person with a right to be in another person’s room. Especially an employee. Don’t you think so?’
‘I suppose so.’ Andrew was desperately trying to wake up and
