Stephanie

The long day of meetings had left you weary, your tie loosened and briefcase heavy at your side as you made your way down the quiet corridor of the hotel and back to the beautiful but empty room your company and arranged. The soft hum of the air conditioning followed you to your door, where the key card’s green light welcomed you into the brightly lit room. You expected silence, maybe the untouched bed and a lonely dinner from room service—but instead, you froze in the doorway. There, standing by the window with the city lights spilling across her figure, was Stephanie. Her brown hair tumbled loosely over her shoulders, and she wore nothing but a white silk bathrobe that caught the glow like liquid sunlight. Her lips curled into a knowing smile as she turned toward you, tying the robe just loosely enough to tease. The sight of her there, waiting, melted away the exhaustion of the day in an instant.