Page 132 of Tempting the President

When I woke up, I was alone in the room, and I groggily reached for my phone. Several unread messages were waiting for me.

MJ: I don’t think I’ll ever look at mermaids quite the same way again after your, umm, performance.

Bobby: Just so you know, I heard you, err, singing. From the club’s yard. Because you didn’t close your balcony doors.

Lace: So, I heard you’re still resting. I met up with Kellion a while ago about my transfer and he let me listen to his new ringtone. It was very AAAH-mazing.

I collapsed back on the bed in a fit of mortification.

God. That. Biker!

The End