I finally settle down in my hotel room after a bit if a night out with my work colleagues. We are away for a conference and we’ve had a night of hilarity and drinks after dinner. I’m just about to text you something naughty when the phone begins to ring and I see your sexy face brooding up at me from the caller ID. I answer with a smile, telling you I was just thinking about you.
“What room are you in?” you ask me quietly.
Confused, I ask you what you mean, not sure I’d even told you I was at the hotel tonight.
“What room are you in. At the hotel. Quickly” you repeat. Still confused, I tell you my room number and you hang up on me. I stare at my phone in my drunken stupor wondering what just happened.
Almost immediately I hear a knock at the door. I look down at myself, I’m naked in bed, in no state to be answering the door. I pull the blanket off the bed and wrap it around myself and pad to the door, opening it a crack to see who is there. To my surprise, there you are leaning against the door jam. I open the door wide grinning, and pull you inside.