I'm wearing my best suit - midnight blue, tailor made, perfect. I adjust my cufflinks as I survey the bar of the International hotel. It's the kind of bar where buying more than one drink necessitates a meeting with a Financial Advisor - expensive-looking drinks, expensive-looking decor, and expensive-looking people. She must be one of them.
I've never actually met her before. Just pictures. But oh, what pictures. We've been speaking for months. Well, messaging. As these things are prone to do, they began to escalate until one day I got a message saying: 'I'm in your city on business. I'll be at the bar of the International hotel at 9PM. Don't let me down ;) "
And there's one woman in the bar who stands out, not just from the rest of the patrons but from the world itself. She looks amazing in a sexy. figure-hugging dress and I can see the outlines of her curves as I approach her from behind and put my hands around her waist. I whisper in her ear, close enough that she can feel my breath on her neck as if I was kissing it.
'Which room's yours?'
Without saying a word, she fixes me in the eye. Without breaking contact, she slowly finishes her drink and then silently slips me her room key. I look her in the eye and command her:
'I want you naked and blindfolded.'
She is up in her room now, alone. She lies on her bed, completely unable to see but her remaining senses heightened by the sense of anticipation. I let myself into the Room quietly. So quietly she can't hear me over the sound of her own heartbeat, so it's an electric shock when she feels my mouth on her nipple.