Why go anywhere? Your room is perfect

If getting her into bed is one of the reasons you're here, there's really only one answer that makes any sense to give.

"Why don't you just come here?" you suggest. "And if you like, I can order some room service for us."

"That'd be perfect! I've been in meetings all day and haven't had time to eat anything since breakfast, so I'm starving."

The room service is already spread out on the table when Sophie arrives thirty minutes later. She wasn't kidding about being starving; she quickly clears her plate of the various food you'd ordered. The two of you have a pleasant chat as you eat. You know that she already trusts you to look out for her business interests, but as your talk progresses she begins to open up to you about her personal life, sharing things that have no bearing on your professional relationship. She casually mentions that she broke up with her last boyfriend over six months ago and isn't dating anyone at the moment. It's an encouraging bit of information but you don't think now is the time to make a move.

You and Sophie share a bottle of champagne as she signs the contract. She has a broad smile on her face after she sets the pen down, and you feel yourself smiling back.

"That's done, then," she says happily.

"I'll return the contract to HBO tomorrow, but yes, it's done. Pleasure doing business with you, Sophie," you say, holding out your glass for the traditional celebratory clink.

"I think this is just the beginning of our business relationship, John," she says. "But it doesn't have to stop there. Not if you don't want it to."

"What do you mean by that?" you ask. You know what you want it to mean, but you're not going to assume anything yet.

Sophie doesn't answer your question. Instead she pushes her chair away from the table, stands up and walks over to your side. You raise your eyebrows in a silent question, and your curiosity is piqued even further when she blushes and cutely bites her lower lip in response. She scoots your own chair back from the table a bit, creating just enough room for her to sit down on your lap. You groan at the feeling of her jean-clad ass rubbing against your dick as she squirms into a more comfortable position. You're still too surprised to react just yet, and that gives her the opportunity to wrap her arms around your neck and lean in to kiss you. As her soft lips press against yours your brain finally starts to function once more, and it's telling you that it's time for you to act.