Murder with Strings Attached by Mark Reutlinger

Author:Mark Reutlinger [Reutlinger, Mark]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Alpha female; homicide; humor; lady burglar; murder; musician; caper; taking risks; theft; unorthodox heroine; women's fiction; working class heroine;
Publisher: The Wild Rose Press
Published: 2020-10-20T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter 21

“When I woke up this morning,” Sara said, “I was immediately aware that something was wrong. Not necessarily wrong in a bad way, but definitely wrong.

“To begin with, I wasn’t in my own bed. That by itself wasn’t surprising, of course, since I remembered I was in San Francisco, not Seattle. Looking around the room, I was definitely in an elegant hotel suite. The only problem was that it wasn’t the suite, or the bed, I’d slept in the night before. It was even more elegant than the one here at the Fairmont; but it was still the wrong one.”

The second problem, Sara said, was that she was not alone, and her bedmate was not me. “Sleeping next to me in this king-size bed was definitely a man. A good-looking man, at that. He was covered by a sheet, which I gently lifted to get a better view. The guy was perhaps 40 years old, well-groomed, short-cropped hair with a hint of gray, ripped abs, and…geez, I thought, this guy’s naked!

“Worse yet, so was I. I suddenly realized that I was wearing no nightie, no bra, no panties…no anything.”

Shit! I’d been right. She clearly had overdone!

“I guess my first impulse was to pull the sheet up to cover myself. But of course that was a bit silly: whatever had happened between the time I entered the elevator and that moment, it obviously had involved my naked body in a way that would make next-morning modesty almost hypocritical.”

As I listened to Sara’s story, I couldn’t help wondering how I would have reacted if I woke up naked in an elegant suite next to a similarly-attired strange man. But I didn’t have that kind of luck.

Sara continued: “My head was really throbbing from what must’ve been far too many cocktails, but I slowly began to recall some of the events between pressing that top button in the elevator and waking up in that strange bed. The name Roger seemed to come to me. And he was some kind of big shot, the CEO of…of some company I can’t remember the name of. Well-heeled. I’d had a cocktail or two alone, then an innocent little flirtation with this man down the bar, then some quiet conversation—about what I don’t remember—and a few more cocktails…that, I guess, was when I overdid it…and finally an invitation to continue the conversation in his suite. So that’s where I imagined I must be. And from the look of it, Roger Whatever-his-name-was didn’t lie to me; that suite had to cost six, maybe seven hundred a night if it cost a dime.”

Well, at least she didn’t surrender her virtue cheaply.

Of course, “virtue” might be the wrong word here. While she was not what you’d call promiscuous, Sara was by no means a virgin, and under the right circumstances she enjoyed a romp in the hay as much as the next woman—maybe more. So I’m sure the fact that she probably had had sex with this man was not in itself a huge deal for her.

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