CHRISTINE
Grady opens the door. He’s wearing nothing but a towel.
I smile and say nothing.
“I was beginning to think you weren’t listening when I gave you my room number,” he says.
“I’m a good listener,” I say and step into his room. He closes the door behind me and I wait for him to lead the way into the room. He shows me into the living area.
“Make yourself at home,” he says as he crosses to the minibar and removes the whiskey. He remembers my drink. He mixes our drinks and when he turns, he stops dead. I’ve pulled my blouse out of my skirt and unbuttoned it. It’s hanging open revealing my bra underneath and my ample tits that bulge over the cups.
“Well, well, we’re not wasting any time are we?” Grady smiles as he crosses the room to me. He places our drinks on the coffee table and comes to stand before me.
He reaches out and places his hands on my hips. He kisses me.