As Carmen followed the man to his hotel room, her heart pounded in her chest. She had never done anything like this before, and she knew that she was taking a huge risk.
But at the same time, she couldn't help but feel a rush of excitement and desire. There was something about this man that made her feel alive and wanted, and she couldn't resist his advances.
When they arrived at the hotel room, the man poured them both a glass of wine and they sat down on the couch. He put his arm around her, and she snuggled in close, feeling safe and secure in his embrace.
But then he leaned in close and whispered in her ear. "Carmen, there is something I need to tell you," he said. "I'm not who you think I am."
Carmen pulled back, confused and alarmed. "What do you mean?" she asked.
The man hesitated for a moment, then sighed heavily. "My name is not Javier, as I told you earlier," he said. "It's actually Juan. And I'm not here on vacation - I'm here on business."
Carmen felt a sinking feeling in her stomach. She had been so foolish to trust this man, to believe that he was who he said he was. Now she realized that she had been caught up in his web of lies and deceit.
But Juan didn't seem to notice her distress. Instead, he continued talking, telling her about his job and his travels and his plans for the future. Carmen listened, feeling numb and disconnected from the world around her.
Finally, Juan leaned in close and kissed her, his lips soft and insistent. Carmen felt a surge of desire wash over her, but at the same time, she knew that this was all wrong. She had been deceived, and she didn't know if she could ever forg
ive him for it.