Chapter 96 Enjoy It Well

Whitney felt her wet clothes clinging to her, and the chill from the valley night breeze made her shiver. She quickened her pace. When she thought she heard footsteps behind her, she stopped and turned. The winding stone path was empty under the warm glow of the streetlights. In the distance, the faint sounds of music and laughter drifted over. She brushed it off as her imagination and continued back to her room. Once inside, Whitney reached to shut the door. Suddenly, a hand blocked it. Before she could react, a short, scruffy man squeezed into the room. Greasy strands of hair hung over his forehead, and his narrow, murky eyes held a lecherous glint as he ogled her. "Who are you? What do you want?" Whitney backed away quickly. Spotting a clothes hanger on the bed, she grabbed it, holding it defensively toward him. The man chuckled creepily. "Don't put on airs, missy. What's your rate for the night?" "Rate? I'm not who you think I am! Get out now, or I'll scream!" Whitney shoute