Anonymous
She's in Vegas for a conference with time on her hands, and the only thing to do is have an anonymous hookup.
The proposition It was nighttime, after dinner. She had gone to the hotel bar before going upstairs to relax. A guy at the end of the bar kept glancing at her. He looked to be about her age, had short, sandy-colored hair, and was nice looking. An almost empty glass of scotch sat on the bar in front of him. She wondered if she’d seen him at the conference, but didn’t think so. Then she got up and brought her wine with her,...