"Mr. Smith, my savior "

ge that's been weighing heavily in my mind. •Unknown number • «Mrs. McKenzie , your husband James is in the room 1230 at Westbridge Hotel. With a woman.» As I mindlessly flip

rs later... I rush to that hotel right after I got off the plane , ready to see the truth with my own eyes. When I arrive at that room, I find the door slightly ajar, the room . The little light there is alluring. Why wouldn't he close the door ? Unless he just ran down the hall to escape or something. I push the door open and am hit with the heavy scent of fragrant intenses as my gaze sweeps the room. I don't detect any movement, but someone could be in the bathroom. I cross the room and pause outside the open bathroom door . A grand bathtub is filled with water, and delicate rose petals float atop with more scatter around the tub like a romantic invitation. "James, stop playing hide and seek !" No one responds , but I spot an ivory card, folded neatly, with my name scrawled across it in my husband's handwriting : My dear , please enjoy everything I've prepared for you. -J An abundant arrangement of vivid, dew-kissed roses is placed by the side, setting the mood just right. "Oh my gosh ! I let that message get to me, but all he wanted to do was surprise me. He knows how stressed out I've been lately." A waves of excitement sends tingles down my spine, followed by curiosity mixed with anticipation. My gaze continues to roam my surroundings until I spot something that makes my head skip a beat. Several sets of sexy lingerie have been meticulously laid out, as if each piece had been specifically chosen for Me. "Oh my... come to mama." I grab a seductive red one . The fabric skims my body like a whispered promise. "Oh James , it's about time." Without warning , a surge of dizziness washes over me , and my vision blurring as the room spins before I lose consciousness. "What's happen-" I have no idea how much time has passed... until a warm body stirs beside me and soft lips with a hint of scruff gently nuzzle behind my ear. "Mmmm, that's nice." My body feels heavier than normal, and I fight a sleep that threatens to pull me under again. His body carries a potent lily notes, unfamiliar yet immensely comforting. "James ?" I asks. I sense him pause for a moment, as if hesitating, before footsteps recede and the door opens and closes. Early morning sun casts the room in a soft glow. And I'm finally awakened by a sudden rush of quick footsteps outside the door. I rub my eyes, trying to piece where I am. The ev