The suite quickly fell silent, leaving Steve Burton alone. He remained motionless in his original posture, staring at the crystal chandelier, a corner of his eye glistening with unshed tears.
About a minute passed before a soft sound came from the suite's door, followed by someone entering. Steve seemed completely oblivious, showing no reaction.
Rusell Henris stood at the door and saw Steve raising his head, sitting on the sofa. He hesitated for a moment, then closed the door and walked slowly towards the sofa.
The room smelled normal, with the faint fruity aroma characteristic of a hotel, without any of the lewd post-coital scents. Steve's clothes, though a bit wrinkled, were still neatly worn, proving that there had been no intimate contact between him and the woman.
Rusell had witnessed the woman Steve had requested hurriedly leaving his room. Though she could not be called a national beauty, she was still very eye-catching in a crowd.
