Wondering if sexual frustration was causing his over-heightened imagination, Maxwell followed the figure in his stockinged feet anyway.

He knew Reyona was going to have a good laugh at his expense in the morning if he ended up realising that he was this spooked because of a cleaner going about their nightly duties.

Least of all, the heart attack he might give to the poor cleaner when he or she found him lurking in the hallway like a stalker.

The cold was beginning to penetrate through his stocking as he got to the corner where the person had turned.

Maxwell could see the silhouette of the person as he turned...