Lorena and I stepped out of the steamy bathroom, wrapped in plush white bathrobes courtesy of the hotel—hers cinched tight around her curves, mine hanging loose over my shoulders.
The air still carried the faint jasmine scent of the body wash we'd used, mixed with the lingering musk of our earlier indulgence. She looked softer now, cheeks pink from the heat, hair damp and tousled, but her eyes still held that post-orgasm glow.
I picked up the room phone and dialed the front desk.
"Good evening, this is Jack in suite 1408. We need fresh clothes delivered as soon as possible. For me: black slim-fit shirt, size large; dark jeans, 34 waist, 32 inseam; black boxer briefs, large; and black leather loafers, size 10. For the lady: fitted white blouse, size medium; high-waisted black pencil skirt, size 6; black lace lingerie set, medium; and black heels, size 7. Rush it—thank you."
