Amelia was relieved to be alone in their suite. Andrew had gone for a business meeting with Henri, and she could finally have some peace and quiet. She took a shower, dried her hair and then gazed at her face for a minute. She looked different. Healthier, Prettier, but confused. At her age, she had never expected she would be a single mother or more, someone's mistress. But here she was, and she couldn't say if she was happy or sad. But she sure knew she was starting to develop feelings for Andrew, and that was the major problem.
She wanted to be more than a temporary lover to Andrew.
She put on a plush robe the hotel had provided, and applied her makeup. She grinned at herself in the mirror, before exiting the bathroom.
Andrew was in the process of pulling off his shirt, when she walke
