Happy to finally be off of work, Steven gets into his car and starts the engine.
Looking up, he notices something stuck under his windshield wiper. Getting out, he realizes it's a rose. "Who left this?" he wonders to himself as he gets back in his car.
Opening the card, he reads,
"Meet me at the Cumberland Motel, room 118 at 7:00pm tonight"
The card was void of any type of signature, but he could plainly see that it was a woman's handwriting.
Glancing at his watch he realizes he only has two hours until seven o'clock.
Pulling out from the parking lot, he heads home to take a shower and grab a bite to eat, his mind reeling, trying to figure out who could be waiting for him at the motel room. He smiles as he thinks of a few women that he wouldn't mind it being.
Meanwhile, Chelsea nervously paces the floor of room 118.
"Oh, what if he doesn't show?" she thinks out loud. "He'll show, he'll show, " she tries convincing herself.
Sitting on the bed she grabs a bag and pulls out the sexy new outfit she had purchased just hours before. Holding up the tiny black lace g-string and the matching scrap of material that was supposed to be a bra, she begins to have her doubts.
"Maybe I should have chosen something a little less revealing, oh well, too late now, " she thought as she got up and started emptying the contents of the remaining bags. Candles, champagne, rose petals, strawberries and bubble bath were just some of the items.
After putting the champagne on ice, she set about getting the rest of the room ready.
Turning down the blankets on the bed, she grabs her perfume and sprays it liberally over the white cotton sheets before spreading the rose petals haphazardly about.