She opened her eyes and glanced at the clock on the nightstand. It was nearly 10:30 in the morning. Mark had let her sleep gloriously late and she was grateful. She stretched, sitting up as she tugged the bathrobe tighter around herself. A bellhop entered the room pushing a room service cart. Mark was close behind him. “I would’ve let you sleep longer,” he told her as the man positioned the cart by the small, round table in the corner. “But you have a busy day and you don’t want to be late.”The bellhop thanked Mark for the tip and shuffled out of the room. Abby raised a hand to smooth out her hair. She wondered what she looked like to the other man. Like a woman who’d had anal sex in a swingers’ club the night before? Very enjoyable anal sex? Abby accepted that deep down she was that kind of girl, but did she look like it?She crossed the room to the table and sat down in one of the chairs. Tucking her leg underneath her, she reached for the plate Mark handed her.“Busy day?”
