AUTHOR’S POV

Don Pedro led the way and Tessa followed in sheepishly, stepping aside as he slammed the door short.

“Which way is the bathroom?” she asked impatiently.

“That way” he pointed.

Tessa barely had time to admire the braggadociousness of Don Pedro’s master suite before the call of nature hit her with a reverberating kind of urgency. The long flight, the delay at the airport, and the insufferable formalities with his aunt had left her holding it in for way too long and she only just realised her bladder would burst open if she did not ease herself. Now, as they stepped into the room, all she wanted was...