The moment they left the dance hall and got into the car, they fell into each other's arms, unable to control themselves.
They were lost in a passionate embrace for some time before Marlon finally spoke. "This isn't the place."
He drove to a hotel and parked in the underground garage.
The car sat quietly in the parking garage, but the temperature inside was steadily rising. Tonight, someone was destined for a sleepless night.
Quentin Grant was on a business trip abroad. Her mother-in-law wasn't home, and neither was her husband. Jean Grant lay in bed, tossing and turning.
As she watched the clock tick past two, a frantic, unbearable feeling churned within her.
She got out of bed, went downstairs, and stepped outside. Under the dim yellow streetlights, there wasn't a single soul in sight, let alone a car.
Jean Grant walked to the main gate of the residential complex, but still saw no approaching headlights.
