The United States.
The sound of the doorbell in the hotel room awakened Rachel.
She let out a soft moan, still unwilling to wake up...
The room still held the lingering scent of Kingsly.
She vaguely remembered Kingsly kissing her before he left, and she, like a lazy kitten, had rolled over and fallen back asleep...
She loved this feeling, having him by her side and being cherished by him.
Thinking it was Kingsly returning early after finishing his business, Rachel prepared to playfully complain about him interrupting her sweet dreams. Of course, the complaint was just a way to flirt with him... who wouldn't love seeing him fuss over her?
So, with a huff, Rachel opened the door.
The next second, both she and the person outside froze.
Rachel's hair was slightly tousled, and she wore a white hotel robe accentuating her sensual figure. The faint marks of kisses visible beneath the robe were enough to spark anyone's imagination...
