Touring can be very lonely, especially when you tour eight months out of the year. It's very easy to miss home. That's what Rebecca St. James was thinking to herself as she walked back to her hotel from the concert. It had been a very intense performance and Rebecca was tired. She was really looking forward to getting to bed.
Rebecca entered her hotel and got in the elevator. She walked down the hall and unlocked the door. Upon entering, she noticed something on the table. It was a vase with red roses. She read the card: "To the finest flower of all. Love, James." Rebecca St. James smiled. The thought of her boyfriend James Haven pleased her. She wished she could see him right now.
"Roses. How very sweet," she said out loud to no one in particular. She was looking out the window at the city, still feeling the thrill of a solid performance.
"Glad you like them," a voice replied. Now James Haven emerged. He had a smile on his face.
"James!" Rebecca almost shrieked. "How great to see you." He sat down in the chair.
"How did you get in here?" Rebecca asked.
"I delivered the flowers myself," he said. "No problem. It was easy." She noted that he was dressed in an outfit that looked like a delivery man's uniform.
"I'm going to have to have a talk with this hotel," Rebecca said, curling her lip in mock concern. "But I'm glad you're here." Now she came over to the chair. She sat down on James's lap facing him. He threw his arms around her and she locked her legs under his.
With a big kiss, Rebecca began to unbutton James's shirt. His hands crept inside her cream-colored blouse. She felt his fingers on her back. She was getting turned on.
