I'm getting impatient and ready to leave the room when I hear a single knock at the door. I pause for a few seconds to savor the anticipation of what waits for me on the other side and to make him wonder if I gave up waiting for him. That stretches on til I seriously consider not opening the door. He would like that, just listening to each other breathe through it. He likes a lot of strange things...

I wonder what I'm doing in this hotel and if he'll notice my wine red toenail polish. Dark hair and eyes, pale Irish skin, ad a smirk that I know means trouble greet me, and I take him by the hand and lead him into the room. Killer sexy in that tux, but have I learned nothing from my past dalliances with the micks?

He pulls away and I sit on the bed as he fixes a drink. No one has said anything yet, just secret smiles and our breathing. I slip off my jacket and then he's behind me, unzipping my glittery dress with drink cold fingers. When he goes to his knees and unzips my boots, he looks up and says "Hey, you painted your nails..." I am in heaven.