She had found a great little dress that was a dark purple and had an open back. The front showed just the right amount of cleavage and the hem stopped just above her knees. But it was her shoes that made her feel sexy. Black, shiny stiletto heels. They had straps that came around her ankles and more lines that followed down her foot. There were a dozen kinky little straps and she loved the shoes even if they were a bitch to walk in. She spent extra time on her hair, blow-drying it and curling it into soft waves. She might be having dinner alone but that didn’t mean she couldn’t look her best. Her eyes were looking very purple today and, blowing herself a kiss in the mirror, she left her room. A cute young waiter seated her at a table with a view of the ocean. She planned to have a great dinner with lots of drinks and watch the sun go down and maybe she would get lucky and run into Steve. Steve was irritated beyond his degree of control. Marissa had accosted him in the hallway outside his room and had tried to kiss him.
