Share your own room with Yvette.

“All of my guest rooms are booked up,” you tell her, “... but you could stay in my room. If you like.”

Her mischievous purple eyes travel over your body: down, then up again. “I think I would like.”

You lead her through a rear hallway to the master bedroom. The guest rooms are certainly spacious and comfortable, but the master bedroom outshines them, with a king-sized four-poster bed, and an attached bathroom with a large shower and a jacuzzi.

Yvette steps in, looks around, and smiles at the sight of the four-poster bed. “Very nice,” she says. She turns to you, steps closer, and lifts a hand to the side of your face, running her fingers through it. “I hope you don’t mind sharing, at such short notice.”

“It’s my pleasure,” you tell her.

“Oh, it will be.” She runs a thumb over your lower lip. “It really was a long flight, and I really would like a shower. But after I’m all nice and clean and fresh, maybe you can show me the, ah...” She glances down at your crotch. “...hospitality of the house?”