You keep working on her

"That's not a "no", Michelle," you tease her as you rub her arm, feeling her brush it away, but not before she lets a little moan escape her lips, no doubt a product of all the attention you were giving to her.

"Look...I don't think it would be right to sneak around on my husband right under his nose John," she tells you, "he's going to be spending most of his days at the gym and then at the arena with Brock. But if you want to hang out, I guess we can. Nothing can, or will, ever happen between us, though."

"Fair enough," you tell her as you see her husband come strolling back down the hall, which allows you to make yourself scarce until you see what's going to happen next.

"Chelle, I got to go," he tells her as he kisses her, "I promised Brock and Paul I would head to the Dome as soon as we got here. I'll be back in a few hours, tops."

"Mind if I accompany you to your room Michelle?" you ask her after he leaves, sensing that she is a little upset, and perhaps a little **** (which is what you were obviously counting on).

"Sure, why not?" she says as she looks around, almost as if she is making sure her husband is really gone as you walk her to her room, flirting with her the whole way.

"Come in with me," she tells you as you open the door to her room and start to walk back to the lobby, not expecting her to invite you in so quickly.