I'm in a hotel bar, the waiter slides over a cocktail, which I didn't order, and points to the guy sitting at the end of the bar. He's dressed in business attire, dark hair, handsome face and lust burning in his eyes. He raises his glass, it looks like scotch, and nods in my direction with a warm smile on his face. I raise my glass and nod back, mouthing the words "Thank you" and take a sip of my cocktail.
As the night goes on, a second cocktail arrives in front of me, again from the same guy. We exchange a few glances. You can feel the sexual tension build throughout the night and sense it from across the bar. The third drink arrives in front of me only this time the gentleman from the end of the bar delivers it to me himself. He looks me dead in the eyes and slides the drink my way with a note underneath it. He leans down and whispers in my ear, 15 minutes. Before I can ask him what he means he's turned on his heels and is walking away...
I take the note in between my fingers, and it reads: 315! I feel the excitement building up inside of me, then should I? shouldn't I? nerves start to take over my body but before I could think anymore, I'm on my feet and find myself at the lift pressing floor 3. Within minutes I arrive at the door and find myself eagerly knocking. My mind is in overdrive!! What's behind the door? Will I enjoy it? Am I crazy?