Hotel

They met in a private lounge of the hotel. He was a tall African American man. Muscular. Broad shoulders. Easily 6’5”. He had a buzz cut. He seemed to be a few years older than Greg and Nadia. Wide strong jawline. Narrow eyes. He had a full shaved trim beard. He wore stylish but relatively down to earth clothes.

“Hi I’m Greg…”

“Simon…” he said in a deep voice.

“So what’s the plan —“

He ignored Greg and looked at Nadia. He smiled.

“The plan is a few drinks and getting to know each other…” he said, “Nadia and I alone…”

“Okay…” Greg said getting up to leave.

Nadia panicked. Holding onto Greg’s arm as he got up. Her eyes said “abort”. But Greg reassured her and kissed her on the cheek.

He was soon gone. Nadia was left alone with Simon.

Nadia scowled, “To be frank Simon… You may be a nice person, but I don’t want to get to know you… This is all for my husband's fantasy…”

“Don’t stress… I’m on your side…” he said.

What the heck does that mean?!