Maybe thirty minutes after I was relaxing in the California king-sized bed, there was a knock at the door.

“Shit!” I bolted upright in the bed. I looked at the clock, wondering if I could’ve misunderstood Douglas’s pick up time.

“Ah, who is it?”

“Room service,” the cheerful voice called back.

I jumped up, a bit confused. “Room service?”

“Yes, ma’am. Compliments of Ms. Deverox,” he answered.

I rushed to the door and pulled it open. When I did, the bellman wheeled in a silver cart, like they do in the movies.

“Fresh strawberries with melted chocolate and a bottle Moet,” he announced in a grand way.

“Oh, wow,” I said as I searched the room for my purse.

I slipped him a ten-dollar bill and giggled as he closed the door behind himself.

“Shit, I could really get used to living lovely like this!” I plucked one of the juiciest looking strawberries and dipped it into the bowl of melted chocolate. I bit into it and savored the flavor.

An hour later, I stumbled over to the bed. I had indulged in too much champagne and I knew I needed to pull myself together before Douglas arrived. I was glad Sasha suggested the earlier check-in.

By the time Douglas knocked on the door, I was still hanging on to a nice little buzz. I leaned against the open door wearing a simple but elegant Donna Karen silk slip dress. The fine fabric felt so good against my skin.

Douglas was a big man, with great taste in clothes. He was wearing a tailored tuxedo that looked like it may have been made specifically for his body. “You must be Stacy,” he said.

I thought about correcting him, but I wasn’t sure what Sasha had told him, so I figured I’d be Stacy tonight. “And you must be Douglas. Please, come in,” I said and I moved to the side so he could come into the room. He looked around and I could tell he was impressed.

“Ah, this is nice,” he said as his eyes rolled over my body. “Real nice,” he added.