Three hours ago, I got a text message from him, letting me know that he’d booked a room for the weekend at a hotel owned by one of his business partners. 

Meet me at the bar when you get here, he wrote. Impatient, I took an Uber Black home, showered, changed into a tight dress with nothing underneath, and got another Uber Black to the hotel. I thanked and tipped my driver and went to the bar, and there he was. 

The first thing I noticed was his tie. Undone and crooked. I strutted over and sat beside him. He ran his hand up my freshly shaved leg and kissed my cheek. I’d been itching to see him outside of work for weeks. Tired of quick fucks on the wooden desk in his office and in the conference room. He ordered me a martini with extra olives, just the way I like it. A woman approached him and touched his shoulder. 

“Your room is ready,” she said, smiling. We made our way up to the penthouse suite, which was larger than the apartment I shared with three people. There was a rolling cart with champagne and strawberries covered in whipped cream, and a single red rose that lay on the bed. 

“Get naked,” he said.

The piles of clothes puddled at our feet. We stood and admired each other’s naked bodies. He had soft, supple flesh underneath his tailored suit jacket, collared button down, T-shirt, pants. His skin was bright white, almost blinding. I watched his eyes move to each part of my body. I smiled when his eyes reached my breasts and my pussy that warranted a trim. He walked towards me and I stepped backwards, falling gracefully onto the cool mattress. He moved atop of me and kissed me. His lips tasted of tequila and salt. He tossed the single red rose down on the floor and positioned himself into me and we moaned simultaneously. He felt like heaven. Once we were done, he ordered us room service. Two New York strips and two side salads and went to bed. The next two days were filled with sex in different parts of the room. When we weren’t having sex, we were sleeping or eating. We checked out of the hotel Sunday night. He gave me a long kiss goodbye. 

“I’ll see you tomorrow,” he said. I nodded and got into the car he called for me. 

I woke up the next day extra early to get to the office before anyone. My skin glowed. I was freshly fucked and craving him. I strutted straight to his office. His name placard on the door was scraped off. When I opened it, all of his things were gone. Like no one had worked there.