The whirlwind of emotions - fear, anxiety, lust, and doubt formed a whirlwind in my stomach. I flipped down my car visor checking the mirror ensuring that my hair was cooperating for whatever I was about to experience. I look like a deer in headlights. Before heading inside I made sure my car was parked carefully between each car of either side of me. I stepped out of the car shivering as the gusty wind blew past me, despite it being almost sixty degrees outside. The Hawthorne was not a shithole motel that offered hourly rates, instead it was a nine floor beauty palace of luxury which made it the nicest place anyone could find around here. A revolving door took up the entrance which led into the lobby of marble flooring and statues that danced around the wide front desk. A miserable looking night auditor barely greeted me from the newspaper he held in his hands as I came through the door, perhaps already knowing why I was here, thanks to my outfit. I blew past the front desk and punched the call button of the elevator.
