“What a lovely little apron,” the handsome guy says playfully. “And what do we have under it?” “Man, get your hands off me!” I answer strictly. “And I like your little game of pretending to be hard to get.” He shamelessly puts his hands on me, and I can’t figure out how to explain that I’m looking for the hotel owner.
“Take it off, pretty ‘Cheflet,’ I’ve already enjoyed looking at your outfit.”
“What do you mean take it off? I…”
He pins me to the wall and moves in from behind. He pulls the edge of my panties aside—
—and then I get hit on the head with a heavy frying pan!
I thought he was a maniac. But it turned out he was a police major, and he mistook me for a woman of easy virtue. Now he’s announced he’s hunting for me—either to apologize, or to finish what he started…