Okay, so maybe I shouldn't have broken into their house.
Maybe I shouldn't have made myself at home and eaten through enough food for two people in twenty minutes.
But after being lost for half the day, I was hungry. And I needed their electricity to charge my phone so I could use the GPS to make it back to my car.
So, I did what I had to do. Besides, it didn't look like anyone was home. I'd be gone in thirty minutes, tops. And I'd leave a note apologizing about the broken window.
Except, that food knocked me out. And when I woke up it was with a gun to my forehead and three unnecessarily attractive men staring down at me.
Naturally, I expect them to want answers and kick me out. But instead I end up with a proposition I can't refuse
