Bobby said. He held the card just above the slot to his hotel door. “This place is amazing.” “Oh, I bet,” Beth replied. “I’m just saying. A woman comes and cleans it for me, once a day. Big screen television. Central air. A view of… well, a view…” “Just open the door.” Beth reached for Bobby’s wrist and he pressed the card down and pulled it back up. A small light turned green and he opened the door to his hotel room. Once inside, he let Beth walk first and then snuck the Do Not Disturb sign on the door and let it shut. He had the most erotic intentions with Beth in the hotel room, then a nice dinner date, followed by more even hotter erotic intentions back at her place. It had been a long day, almost teetering on excruciating. Mr. Galloway had emailed him, called him, and even text messaged him over thirty times total and he was sent to some of the properties the company now owned to inspect. Apparently, Mr. Galloway had been up to no good with Bobby out of town. The poor man attracted leeches, blood sucking asshole businessmen who see nothing but dollar signs. Bobby never understood how Mr.
