I was waiting in the hotel room, just lounging on the bed, doing some online shopping and making sure I didn’t miss any work emails.
*What room?*
*206. The door is open.*
For a split second I wondered if I should have left the door open like that, but the hotel was a ghost town because of the pandemic. I was actually surprised to see the maids cleaning a room this morning.
I was annoyed. We were supposed to meet last month, but he cancelled, and I blew up on him. He made me feel like I was the problem, that I should understand because I, too, was a professional. Boy did I rip him a new one after he texted that. After the dust settled, I reached out again, and he was agreeable because neither of us can deny that our sex is amazing. My desire was growing hungrier by the minute, then I heard him knock.
“Can I come in?”
Rolling my eyes I sighed, “I guess.” I glared at him when he entered, kind of like a pet cat who’s annoyed with an owner’s presence. But he didn’t own me. I was going to let him know that. I was definitely going to make him work for what he came here for.