They met in the hotel bar. She in a tight black dress that clung to her curves, him still in his work gear. Smart of course, he wouldn't have been allowed in otherwise, but nothing special, just a shirt, a tie.
She was working of course, she was always working, the hotel was just one of the perks of the job. He was there for her.
He sat at the bar, drink in hand, and watched as she bent over towards the barman to make her order.
He saw the guys eyes widen as his gaze dropped down to her cleavage before she stood again, waiting.
The barman rushed off to make her a drink, waving away her money with a wink. He already hated that guy. Jealousy was a bitch.
Tonight she was a bitch as well, barely glancing his way as she downed her drink in one and sauntered past him to the exit, hips swaying seductively.
It took him a good second or two to notice the room key she'd dropped in his lap. Room 216, second floor.
Leaving his drink untouched, he made his leisurely way to the lift. Didn't pay to look too keen for the ladies. No one likes a pushover.
The lift door slid open as he approached and there she was, waiting. A hand on one hip and a mocking look in her eye. She'd known he'd come after her.
The second floor button was already lit as he stepped into the cage. Wary now like Daniel amongst the lions. There was only one of her, mind, but the look in her eyes told him she'd eat him whole given the chance.
