As the dim lights of the bar reflected in her eyes, she held out her hand, a playful smile curling her lips.

"The night is young," Susan whispered, her voice silky and inviting.  Her hand brushed lightly against my arm, sending a shiver down my spine.  "Why don’t we go upstairs?"

She tilted her head towards the lift, the keycard to her hotel room glinting between her fingers.

With a glance that promised mischief, she turned and walked ahead, her beautiful backside leading me into the unknown.

I hesitated for just a moment before following her, heart pounding in anticipation.