TWENTY-THREE
TWENTY-THREE The shades were pulled down over the windows when Roxie woke up. If some creep came in to do that while she slept, management would receive a serious complaint letter. Sitting up, she scanned the space. No one was around. Not anymore anyway. She got up and checked in the closet and the bathroom, still nothing… other than her mind blown by the incredible setup. The shower was a circular stall in the middle of the grey bathroom. In the middle! And the toilet had a room all of its own. There was literally a restroom in the bathroom. Wow, how the other half lived. On getting into bed, the air had been warm. Now there was a chill across her shoulders. She picked up Zairn’s hoodie from the bench in the closet where she’d dumped her things. Yawning, Roxie was still threading her
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