CHAPTER 8

Dale probably heard my loud intake of air and turned around. I moved fast to hide but I was such in a hurry that I knocked something on my way back to the guest rooms. What was I thinking? I shouldn’t have followed him in the first place!

“Stop there, Bethany,” he called in a calm manner. I tried to ignore him, but he never gave me the opportunity to leave. "Stop or you'll be sorry!"

“I’m sorry, Mr Blackwell. I didn’t mean to pry into your business. I only followed you because you forgot to give me a key to the room,” I told him.

The man scoffed at my reasoning and he remained suspicious about me. "What did you notice?"

"Nothing," I lied once more.

"Are you certain?"

“No, hmm yes,” I stammered with my response because I wasn’t accustomed to lying.

“Tell me the truth,” he ordered.

“It’s too embarrassing to say it aloud, but I saw you having fun with the gold statue. Don’t you have a girlfriend, Mr Blackwell?” As soon as he realized what I meant, his face turned into crimson red.

“Shut