I nearly screamed as I spun around, my heart pounding out of my chest. It slowed down when I saw a man in a suit standing beside a slick, black BMW sedan, then it sped up again as he stepped into the light of a lamppost. It was the guy who couldn't keep his hands to himself. The one who'd left bruises on my inner thigh. "I was just heading in to change," I told him. I didn't smile this time. "I'll see you inside."

"Then where are your clothes, baby doll?"

I kept walking, calling back over my shoulder, "Inside." I didn't know what he was doing in the...