This is the second part in a series. You can always go refresh yourself on Part 1 (same name!) if you want to start from the beginning.
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She figured she must be imagining things. No one could be knocking on that door.
She threw a t-shirt on just in case, so she wasn't completely exposed. She kept telling herself no one would be knocking at that door as she turned the latch and pulled the door toward her. She was standing behind the door and she peered around the edge of the door into the space between the rooms.
Or what should have been the space between the rooms...
She was looking into another hotel room, and into the face of Jacob who was standing there holding up a 6 pack of beers. "I know you like beer and it's time for happy hour. While we have a beer, we can discuss where we are going to dinner!" As he spoke he pushed her door open further and walked into the room nonchalantly. They were good friends at work, sitting close to each other and being somewhat similar in age, at least compared to everyone else (she was five years older and he enjoyed constantly reminding her she was an Old Lady). They grabbed coffee a lot to chat about life and complain about the inefficiencies in the office. She guessed he was being so comfortable with her because he must consider her a real friend and not just an office friend. Or she was taking this too far and he was just a confident guy who had no one else to hang out with for the three days they were traveling to get this training. She gave up trying to analyze why he was in her room. He turned around to sit on the couch and she was still standing behind the door looking around the edge at him in her room. He could see the edge of her leg around the side of the door and he blatantly leaned to the side for a better look. "Is it pantless Monday? I missed the memo!" He laughed as he sat down on the couch. His joke made her feel like she was being silly, hiding behind the door embarrassed. People on the beach strutted around with less clothes than this on. She emerged from behind the door but didn't sit on the couch, choosing to sit on the chair next to the couch. She pulled her shirt over her ample butt as she sat down trying to cover part of her legs and not expose herself further. He raised his eyebrow at her and grabbed a beer out of the six pack, dangling it as a way to ask if she wanted one.
"Sure, thanks" she said reaching out for the beer. He quickly brought it back to the couch and said "you have to sit over here if you want a beer." She rolled her eyes at him, "fine, barge into my room and make demands. You are the epitome of politeness" she said sarcastically, slouching down into the chair to further show her dissatisfaction, "what do you want to do for dinner?" she sighed petulantly, accepting his intrusion into her plans for the evening.
"Hmmm, how about we flip a coin? Heads we do what I want for dinner and tails we do what you want?" He said, staring at her.
Purposely not meeting his gaze, she fiddled with the edge of her shirt. "What do you think the rest of the group is doing for dinner? Maybe we should just join them?" She replied.
He looked back toward the TV taking a sip of beer and said "if the coin is tails, and that's what you want to do, then we'll find out." He pulled a coin out of his pocket. "Do you want to flip it?"
"Yes" she reached out and grabbed the coin, "because you're a cheat!" She balanced the coin on her thumb and flicked it in the air, catching it with her left hand and placing it on her right wrist. She kept it covered, staring at him, building up the anticipation. "Give me a beer and I'll let you know what the coin says" she said, still covered the coin on her wrist and smirking playfully.
He laughed in his usual easy way, "you drive a hard bargain but...ok" he said, putting a beer on the table between them.
She leaned forward, with her hands in front of her over the beer. She slowly lifted her hand off and they both leaned forward to see the result.
"Heads I win" he said with a big smile, "now open your beer and enjoy it while I think about dinner."
He turned his attention back to the TV, some typical evening comedy was on. She sat back in the chair, beer in hand, relaxing enough that she didn't notice her shirt rising up her butt to expose her black lace undies. She extended her long legs and put her feet up on the coffee table, sinking down into the chair as she relaxed further.
"I want you to come sit with me on the couch" he said in a low, commanding voice that sent shivers down her. She squeezed her legs together a little tighter as she felt her panties get moist. God, he could turn her on just by speaking.
"No thanks, but can I get one of those pillows?" she said to him, not taking her eyes off of the TV.