“Who’s there?” I called, wrapping the towel around my body.
The sound vanished.
Water trickled down my damp hair and run down my naked shoulders. An unnerving feeling started to churn, making my skin crawl.
“Jason, is that you?” I called again.
But I didn’t get any answer.
My voice echoed in the room as a horrible realization made my stomach twist.
It couldn’t be Jason…
I was not an i***t. I knew he wanted me. But he would never break into the bathroom when I was taking a shower…
He might appear to be wild and beast-like but he was a real gentleman. He would never sink that low.
But who could it be?
When Jason and I arrived at the gym, there had been no trainers except us.
Could it be the workers of the gym? A repairer? Or a cleaner?
I swallowed when I walked out of the
