Nina, the woman who’d checked her in, explained that she would be staying in one of the resort’s nicest bungalows. Despite the heat and humidity, the breeze coming off the Caribbean Sea cooled her skin. She dug through her purse and located the keycard. Simone walked up the couple of stairs to the door of her retreat. Her body dragged due to the early three hour flight. Plus, sweat now trickled between her breasts in a very unladylike fashion; Simone hadn’t dressed for island temperatures when she left D.C. No need to worry, though. The bellhop would soon arrive with her bags, and she could change into her swimsuit and head for the beach. Sliding the card through the reader yielded a locked door. The little light never changed from red to green. Well, she thought, maybe I need to flip the card or perhaps the humidity is affecting the sensor? She tried again and even turned the card; each swipe was met with the same result: the blasted red light would not change to green.
