Her day was long but it was almost over. It was the second day of a 3-day conference, given by an Atlanta-based software vendor contracted by her employer. The conference consisted of interesting lectures, power-networking and dinner with boisterous, intoxicated coworkers. She really looked forward to returning to her hotel suite for a hot shower, cool bed linens and a good book.
Settling under the plush down comforter, she shared her attention between the book she had in her hands, and the news on TV. Suddenly, she heard a soft knock on the door. It was very late, but she wasn’t too concerned. After dinner this evening, she suspected that one particular person would be paying her a visit tonight.
She looked through the door’s peephole to see him standing across the hall. Tall, athletically-built, bronzed, devilishly- handsome and Italian-American. He was leaning back onto the wall, with his legs crossed at his ankles and his hands in the pockets of his slacks. His warm whiskey-brown gaze stared into her own eyes, even through the peephole.
She opened the door partially, only exposing her face to him.
“Hey,” he said in soft husky voice.