ELEVEN
It was close to an hour later, as she was rubbing moisturizing lotion into her arms, that she heard someone coming into their suite.
“Babe?”
Ah, it was Trick. “I’m in the bedroom,” she called out, putting more lotion on her hands as she sat on the edge of the bed and picked up the hem of her nightdress that hung to her ankles.
Trick appeared in the doorway. He tossed his key card to the dresser and began to take off his jacket. “What happened? You ran out of there early…”
Turning on the bed, she began to knead lotion into her calves. “Can you tell me something about men?” she asked, rubbing the lotion in to her shins and knees.
“I can try,” he said and pulled off his tee-shirt.
God, she hated it when he did that. The studio factored in gym time to his schedule and he went on
