Next was deciding what to wear. We had to be careful. We knew people in the hotel. I wanted to look nice for him but it couldn’t look like we were on a date. It had to simply look like two colleagues having dinner together before retiring to their respective rooms for the night.
Damn it. I so wanted to knock his socks off. Other than my one pair of sexy underwear, I didn’t even have anything seductive that he could remove later. Oh well, I thought, maybe it’s for the best. I didn’t want to appear overanxious, even though we both knew I was.
I looked nice but that was about it when I took the elevator down to the lobby. I certainly didn’t get any double-takes from men as I made my way to the restaurant. It was six-twenty when the maître’ D approached. I was about to tell him a table for two when I spotted Stoney already seated. Maybe I wasn’t the only one who was anxious.
To be real honest, I don’t remember what I eat. I wasn’t paying much attention. I could hardly take my eyes off of him. There he was, right across the table from me; Sean Connery, Tom Cruise, and Cary Grant all rolled into one. I still couldn’t believe it was happening-really happening.
The hour was quickly approaching. I could feel my heart beating just a little faster.
“What room are you in,” Stoney asked while lowering his voice.
“Fourteen-twelve.”
“You have a better view of the city than I do,” he commented. “I’m on the ninth floor. Okay, you go first. I don’t want to be seen getting on the same elevator together. I’ll give you a few minutes before I leave. I’m going to go to my own room for ten or fifteen minutes then I’ll be along. Leave the door slightly ajar so I don’t have to knock.”
My throat was so dry I had to take a sip of water before I could answer him. “Okay.” I got up and headed out to the lobby. We both had the same expense account for the trip so it didn’t matter who paid. I let him do it.
By the time I got back to my room I was so nervous I almost forgot to leave the door open a crack. Now what, I thought? Do I wait for him in bed? Should I get naked or maybe strip down to my black lace panties and bra? No, I want him to undress me. I want some romance before just jumping into bed. I decided to just wait.
I checked the time on my cell…seven-twenty. Oh God, I was starting to hyperventilate. I had to calm down. I tried taking some deep breaths. I stood up and paced back and forth. I had to get my mind off things, if only for a minute.
I walked over to the mini-bar to make sure it was well stocked. I checked through the inventory to make sure we had enough for a few martinis. I took another couple deep breaths and tried to force myself to relax. I checked my phone again…seven-twenty six.
This was it—this was my fantasy coming true. My palms were starting to sweat; in fact I was starting to perspire all over. I rushed into the bathroom to touch up my make-up and spread some deodorant under my arms.
I was just coming back out when I saw Stoney quietly closing the door. He looked at me and smiled as he moved the safety lock into position. “Finally, I have you all to myself,” he declared.
