As I got out of bed the next day, I didn't feel as bad as I thought I would for the amount of drinks that I consumed.
A little fuzzy headed and a dry mouth but all in all I felt pretty good.
I went to the bathroom to start my morning with a quick pee; a shower and brushing my teeth.
When I looked in the toilet after peeing, I noticed I still had some remnants of the previous night's encounter.
While I was showering my mind was thinking back to events that occurred the previous night, and although I should have felt shame or remorse that didnt seem to be the case.
By 7 a.m. I was sitting at breakfast with the other ladies chatting about our last evening's adventures, and when asked I told them I'd had a few drinks and was in bed early.
They didnt need to know which bed I was in, so I took the comments lightly when they told me I needed to be more adventurous.
By 8 a.m. we were all at our respective conferences or meetings,and had made plans so see a show that evening.
I had been going to this event for years so the information was pretty much a repetition of what I'd heard in years past, and I found myself letting my mind wander.
I was daydreaming about my encounter the previous evening with Bill, and I found myself starting to become aroused.
The more aroused I became the more I wanted to experience more time with Bill.
At 10 a.m. it was break time, and we were given fifteen minutes to stretch and use the restroom.
The little distraction from just sitting helped a little, but I knew it wouldn't be enough to keep my mind on track at the meeting.
I had Bill's business card with his information on it, but he didn't know my number or any other information about me except what I'd told him.
I pulled out his business card and before I knew what I was doing I was composing a text to Bill.
What should I say other than to thank him for the previous night; or should I let him know I was daydreaming about our time together on the previous evening.
I decided I'd just shoot him a text and say good morning and who the text was from.
I thought this was the best route to take and it would give him my number if he decided he wanted to contact me.
I was awash with thoughts and emotions as I hit the send button.
I was startled when my phone alerted me of an incoming message within seconds of me sending my text.
It was Bill and he was on break from his meetings also, and he was hoping that he would hear from me since he had no other way of finding me except in the hotel bar.
He told me he had spent the morning thinking about the time we had shared the previous night, and was hoping to see me again, even if just for a meal or cocktails.
I told him that I had spent most of my morning reminiscing about our time together as well, and that I'd love to have lunch with him.
We agreed to meet around noon at a quaint little restaurant just down the street from our hotel.
It was a good thing I didnt need to retain any of the information they were giving in the meeting over the next two hours, because my mind was a million miles away.
I was wondering what lunch would be like? would it be awkward, or causal, or what?
Would we end up together again before our trips ended, or was this just something that happened because we both had been drinking.
I was startled back to reality when the speaker announced that it was time for our lunch break.
I exited the hotel conference building and made my way down the street past my hotel towards the restaurant.
When I entered I noticed Bill was already there and had a table for us.