Paying for it the next day`

You're not sure if it was too much booze, too much sex, or not enough sleep, but you are hurting this Saturday morning. With your head pounding, you quickly swallow two Tylenol and pray they start working soon. Greg is obviously disappointed that you missed the morning meet and greet before today's presentation. You feel bad for letting him down, but you aren't in good shape to do much meeting or greeting right now. As you try and fail to listen to the presenter drone on and on about maximizing profit while minimizing overhead, Greg leans over and whispers in your ear.

"I hope you don't mind me saying this, Suzy, but you look like hell."

Feelings of guilt wash over you. "I'm sorry, Greg. This is so unprofessional of me, and I'm letting you and Jackie down."

"Nonsense, my dear. Everyone has rough mornings now and again. Whatever's going on, why don't you go sleep it off?" he suggests understandingly.

"Are you sure?" you ask, still feeling guilty.

"I'm positive. Now, go get some rest. I'll call on you around noon," he says reassuringly.

"Thank you", you say as you make your way to the door of the conference room as discreetly as you can.

A few minutes later, you reach your room. Opening your purse, you pull out the key and swipe it against the lock. The light on the lock flashes red.

"What the hell?" you mutter to yourself. You try two more swipes, but it still flashes red. Turning the platinum-colored key over in your hand, you see why. "Shit! This is the key to Greg's suite!" You dig around in your purse for another minute, but your gold-colored room key is nowhere to be found. You must have left it on the nightstand. It looks like you'll have to go to the front desk and ask for a new key. Annoyed at yourself, you turn around and walk back to the elevator. Just as you're about to hit the button for the lobby, you notice the key reader for the executive floor.

Should I?

After a moment's hesitation, you nod to yourself and swipe the key. The elevator ascends past the regular numbered floors and finally reaches the executive floor all the way at the top. The doors open, and you step out onto a floor that looks entirely different than the one you left. The lavish carpet under your feet stretches down a spacious hallway adorned with large paintings and tapestries. The sheer opulence of this floor makes you feel a bit out of place, like Dorothy in Oz or Alice in Wonderland.

Soon, you reach Greg's suite. Taking a deep breath, you swipe the key against the lock. It flashes green, and you hear the lock unlatch. Opening the door, you step inside and marvel at the extravagance. The main room has a full wet bar to the side and a sofa and chaise lounge placed around a large glass table. Under the tabletop is a circular fish tank filled with several exotic species of fish. On one side is a kitchen area with solid marble countertops and a large table and several chairs made of intricately carved wood. On the other side is a bedroom with a giant bed with satin sheets in the center.

As you walk into the bedroom, you notice something folded up in the middle of the bed. Sitting on top is a card with your name on it. As you unfold it, you see it's a silk nightgown.

"That sly silver fox!" you say to yourself before slipping out of your outfit and into the nightgown. It fits perfectly, and the silk feels so smooth against your skin! If you weren't so tired, you would call Greg and ask him to come up so you could thank him properly. Maybe he could join you for some afternoon delight once you've rested up. The thought rolls around playfully in your head as you slide under the covers and drift off to sleep.