A beam of sunlight fell on Janet's face. She winced and rubbed her bleary eyes, realizing that it was already morning.

Her throat was dry, and there was a dull pounding at her temples. It appeared that she had been drunk the previous night.

Janet scratched at her messy hair and padded to the bathroom in a daze, intending to freshen herself up.

When she faced the mirror, however, she was horrified to find her neck and chest dotted with red marks, which were decidedly not insect bites.

"Ethan Lester!" Janet screamed at the top of her lungs, her face burning.

"You called for your husband?" Ethan said as he sauntered into the bathroom.

A thin sheen of sweat covered his sculpted face, and his gray shirt was damp at the chest. He must have gone running.

"What did you do to me last night?" Janet demanded, crossing her arms over her chest.