Joey sauntered down the hallway. The sound of her heels muffling on the red carpet, the same shade as her lips. Her golden hair had been curled to wavy perfection and flowed down her bare waist and kissed soft creamy skin. The bedazzled bra and mini skirt being the only clothing she wore. That and high heeled silver boots which earned judgy looks from the receptionist downstairs.

Numbered doors lined both sides of the hallway and the ceiling lamps reflect off them. Joey paid them no mind having walked these halls many times in the previous months. She walked up to door with the number 48 and knocked sharply.
From inside, she heard a distant voice and the sound of quick footsteps growing louder until the door was pulled open.

Nate stood on the other side, long hair falling over his eyes, broad shoulders filling up the doorway. He was handsome. The kind that girls flock around. His six foot two athletic body was covered with a t-shirt and cargo shorts that made him sexy without much effort.

"Hey," he said, opening the door wider for Joey.
"Hey yourself," she replied, slipping under his frame and entering the hotel room. "Your last minute text will cost...