The sight reawoke Jennifer’s desires, suppressed for too long.Roger came back around the bar with the bottle of brandy. He refilled both snifters an...d sat on a bar stool next to Jennifer. Looking across the room, he took off his jacket, untied his bow tie, and sighed.“So, does this happen often?” asked Jennifer.“Almost never,” Roger replied, turning back to her.“Almost?”“Almost.” He smiled softly. “Sometimes things just sort of pop up.”“So, what’s the worst thing that ever ‘popped up’?”Roger was. But a bit of alcohol had given him courage; no, he would not run this time (he always got caught anyway, eventually).“Fuck off!”“Ah, a good riposte” Beside Woody, Tina Brown was beginning to feel irritated. Tina was some kind of math genius, she could calculate the square root of 945 to 3 decimal places in the time it took you to tie a shoe lace. What she could not do was apply her very impressive IQ to commonsense questions; this would be a problem soon. She and Woody were platonic friends,. But still, thelittle chap was trying his best. Mind you, I appreciated her efforts;however, I was paying her enough.Then she then looked at her watch and got up."Come on love, let me help you."Seconds later, I was expertly stripped and lying next to her on the kingsized bed. One thing you could say about this hotel, they didn't stintin the bed size department.I wondered fleetingly why I was there, in that hotel bedroom, next to avery pretty girl, about to be eaten alive by her. She had none of. She wrapped his large hand in both of hers and bought it up to her mouth. She lightly dropped a kiss on each of his knuckles before meeting his eyes. ‘How did it happen?’ she asked quietly. ‘Car crash,’ he explained simply, ‘One day they were here, the next day they weren’t. It’s been tough but me and Claire had each other so it made it easier to get through.’ Rosalie sensed it was hard for him to talk about so she changed the subject quickly. ‘Do I get to see the bedroom then?’ He smiled.