“What are you doing?”
I hastily stood up and covered myself, Chase was still in front of me, his camera on his hands. He was just standing there watching me fix my nightdress and secure the knot on my robe.
“You look gorgeous, Sara,” was his only reply.
I looked at him quizzically, trying to understand what he was saying. How could he take a picture without my permission? I don’t even have a photo of my in a two-piece bikini, much more almost naked on a billiard’s table.
“You should delete that now,” I said. “That is not cool.”
He wasn’t listening. Instead, he walked towards the bar and placed his camera on a small black bag near the tray. He took his glass and just watched me from a distance.
What was I thinking? Alarm bells were ringing in my ears. This is the first time I did this with a stranger and well, surprise, I must have ended up with a weirdo. Well, a weirdo who definitely knew what he was doing. But, how unlucky can I be?