A nice hotel

You step out of the car, your heels clicking against the pristine pavement of the hotel’s covered driveway. The valet steps forward instantly with a polite nod, but he already has a firm, reassuring hand at the small of your back, guiding you through the gleaming glass doors and past the bustling lobby.

He doesn't stop at the front desk. Instead, he maneuvers you straight toward the private executive elevators tucked away in a quiet corner of the foyer. Pressing his keycard against the reader, the doors slide open silently, and the lift smoothly whisks you both up to the penthouse floor.

"My company keeps a permanent suite up here for high-profile guests and private negotiations," he murmurs near your ear, his breath warm against your neck as the floor numbers light up sequentially. "Quiet. Completely secluded. Nobody comes up here without clearance."

The doors open directly into a spacious, dimly lit suite. Floor-to-ceiling windows offer a sweeping view of the city lights below, while plush carpets and dark wood finishes give the space an intimate, luxurious atmosphere. He lets the heavy suite door latch securely behind you, cutting off any remaining noise from the hallway.

Turning around, he takes off his jacket, draping it over the back of a chair before fixing his gaze on you.

"Now then," he says, stepping closer and unbuttoning his cuffs. "Let's pick up right where we left off."