Alexandra showered, dried herself and pulled on a dressing gown and a pair of fluffy slippers. She planned to get straight down to business when Adam arrived, and it had been a long enough day already. He was not far away from her house when his mobile phone rang. Convinced it was Alexandra about to tell him she had changed her mind, he picked up.
She spoke softly, “When you get here, come straight in, lock the door behind you, and I’ll be waiting for you upstairs.” Before he had a chance to say anything, Alexandra had hung up. She placed the phone on the floor, face down, and slid it under her bed, closed her eyes and wondered exactly how the evening would pan out. Her sizeable double bed dominated the room, with its wooden headboard and a selection of pink and white pillows on top. Her clothes filled the wardrobe in one corner while in another, a full-length mirror stood.
Adam soon arrived and did as he had been instructed. Alexandra heard him lock the door. Taking off his shoes, he made his way upstairs and through the only door that was open into her bedroom. She sat on the bed and as he surveyed the room, motioned with her head for him to come and join her.