"Hey, honey, where you goin'?  Night's young."

Melora looked up from her purse at the sound of the man's slurred come-on, and her heart immediately began to beat faster.  She was standing at her hotel room door, hotel keycard forgotten, and now she wondered if she still had that bottle of pepper spray in there.

"You're beautiful, you know that?"

He was tall, six-five at least, and his frame took up most of the hotel corridor.  He was wearing an unbuttoned black suit over a white shirt that...