Henry raced up the stairs the moment he received Rachel's text. He scanned the doors for room 108 and, spotting it, hurried forward.
Knock...knock...knock...
Rachel now dressed in red lingerie, her makeup flawless and hair elegantly styled, opened the door. Henry's breath caught at the sight of her seductive figure, her skin glowing, her curves alluring. He wanted nothing more than to hold her, but he restrained himself.
"Please, come in," Rachel purred, and Henry complied. She closed the door behind him, locking it with a soft click. Leading him to a chair, she gestured for him to sit.
"Uhmm..." Henry started, but the words faltered on his tongue. "I..."
"You want to fuck me?" Rachel asked bluntly, her eyes locked onto his. Henry's jaw dropped in shock.
"No, no, no. I'm sorry if I gave you that impression," Henry stammered, swallowing hard. "That's not what I was about to say."
