As the dim lights of the bar reflected in her eyes, she held out her hand, a playful smile curling her lips.
“The night is young,” Susan whispered, her voice silky and inviting. Her hand brushed lightly against my arm, sending a shiver down my spine. “Why don’t we go upstairs?”
She tilted her head towards the lift, the keycard to her hotel room glinting between her fingers.
With a glance that promised mischief, she turned and walked ahead, her beautiful backside leading me into the unknown.
I hesitated for just a moment before following her, heart pounding in anticipation.
