She was so ready. After months of late night chats and calls, seeing his photos and hearing his sexy voice, she couldn’t be more ready. She had fantasized so many times about meeting him, and now it was finally going to happen.
The lights were dim in the hotel suite. It was a nice place, with a king-sized bed and a large jacuzzi tub. She had some music playing quietly. The room was slightly cool and smelled of her shampoo and perfume.
She checked the time on her phone again. He was a little late. She paced back and forth on the carpet at the foot of the bed, her fluffy pink robe tied at the smallest part of her waist, her wavy dark hair bouncing slightly as she stepped.
What if he had had second thoughts? Maybe he wasn’t coming after all. Maybe he didn’t want this as much as she did. What if she had come this far just to be stood up?
As she began to fret over this possibility, there was a knock at the door. Her breath caught in her throat, and she could feel her heart rate increase. She took a deep breath, took a few steps towards the door, and opened it just enough to peek through the opening.