"I’m here, waiting for you in the bathroom."
The profile picture that appeared was one I recognized all too well: Odessa.
Suddenly, everything clicked. Her cryptic Instagram post last night, "That more exciting experience tomorrow," had been a prelude to this moment.
A voice interrupted my thoughts.
"Your dishes have arrived."
Clayton’s body stiffened, his eyes widening in disbelief.
And there she was, Odessa, disguised as a waitress, carrying the food.
She set the dishes down with deliberate slowness, her fingers brushing Clayton’s in a way that left nothing to the imagination.
"What are you doing here? Get out!"
Clayton scolded her in a low voice, his tone sharp but controlled.
"I missed you," Odessa murmured with a faint smile, her gaze darting to me provocatively before she sauntered off.
Clayton froze, his expression tightening. He hesitated for a moment, but when he noticed the lack of reaction on my face, he exhaled in relief.
"Irene, I’ve got a bit of a stomachache. I need to use the bathroom."
"Don’t wander off. I’ll be back in just a few minutes."
I lowered my gaze, a mocking smile tugging at my lips. "Go ahead."