No Right Turn - a story of sexual suspense

Someone was unlocking her door. Panic held Bri frozen for a moment, but then she reclaimed her wits and reached for the phone. As soon as she lifted the receiver, she realized the phone was dead. Paralyzed with fear, she watched the door open. Scream, Bri told herself. But even as she opened her mouth, no sound came out. She was too terrified. She lay in bed hearing the sound of footsteps crossing her room. She clutched the receiver of the phone like a weapon. Who was it? Who was inexorably drawing nearer and nearer to her? And then she picked up the familiar scent. A distinctive perfume. She huddled under the covers, the receiver hidden from view. This time she wouldn't be caught sleeping. This time she would strike back.