Hane.

After grabbing his bathrobe, Jonathan walked up to the fire pit where Jen, Cindy, and Lauren were chatting with each other while sipping glasses of water while Hane was lying on a couch sound asleep. "How's it going, ladies?"

"Good," Lauren smiled. "We're still a bit tipsy but hydrated!"

"How did it go with the triplets?" Cindy asked.

"They're a handful," he replied. "I mean, not literally!"

"Don't worry, Jon, we know what you meant," Lauren giggled.

"You're a gentleman who would never take advantage of drunk co-workers..." Cindy added with a wink. "Otherwise that's an HR issue!"

"Yeah," he nodded. "How's Hane doing? No vomiting?"

"She's sleeping it off," Cindy noted, brushing Hane's long dark brown hair from her face.

"Is it okay if I bring her back to her room first?" Jonathan asked, bending down to scoop Hane into his arms.

"No problem," Lauren smiled.

"I'll make sure they won't misbehave," Jen giggled.

"We'll be here having some girl talk," Cindy smirked, glancing at Jen and Lauren.

"Okay," Jonathan nodded, unsure what they will talk about while he is gone, before heading towards the door.

"Let me get the door for you!" Jen cried out and ran ahead of him.

"Thanks again for everything," Jonathan smiled at her.

"No worries! It's my pleasure!" she chirped, watching him leave the rooftop pool with Hane in his muscular arms. She grabbed a couple of bottles of water from the bar before heading back to Lauren and Cindy.

Hane rested her head on Jonathan's shoulder and cuddled against him while they waited for the elevator. He looked down at her and inadvertently stared at her exposed cleavage longer than he should have until the elevator bell dinged, snapping himself out of his lewd thoughts. He quickly looked around the empty hallway to see if anyone had saw him staring at Hane's breasts before letting out a sigh of relief and stepping into the elevator car.

"Jon?" the beautiful neuroscientist muttered without opening her eyes.

"Yes, Hane?" he responded, staring at the elevator floor panel display as the car slowly descended to the fifth floor.

"Did you look at my breasts?" she mumbled.

He paused for a moment, wondering if she had somehow noticed his leering eyes on her and should he lie about it. "Yes, I did," he admitted, knowing that he was a horrible liar.

"Okay..." she yawned and fell back asleep.

The elevator bell dinged and the doors opened to their floor. Jonathan was relieved no one was standing there waiting for the elevator since Hane's robe was still partially open, enough to expose her large bosom. He reached into her robe pocket to fish out her key card and headed towards her suite.

Having already the experience of unlocking and opening hotel suite doors while carrying a woman in his arms, Jonathan slipped inside Hane's room and gently laid her down on the king size bed. He thought about covering her with the blanket for modesty before removing her bathrobe but decided against it since she did not seem to mind (at least subconsciously) that he saw her bare breasts. Rolling her over on her side like a patient on a gurney he had done countless times in the ER, Jonathan skilfully slipped the bathrobe off of her, leaving her naked except for her bikini bottom. He soaked in the beauty of her huge tits rising and falling to rhythm of her breathing before he reluctantly covered them with the blanket. He left her bikini top and a bottle of water on the nightstand and the waste basket next to the bed before he headed out.

"Two more!" he sighed as he opened the door to the rooftop pool.