Martha, dressed in tight-fitting black skinny jeans, black Louboutin pumps, and a raw silk white blouse, raps forcefully on Diesel’s door.
When he opens the door, not surprisingly, he is completely naked.
Martha pulls the door shut. “As nice as that view is,” she shouts through the door, “please cover it up.”
When he reopens the door, he’s wearing the hotel-issue fluffy white robe. “Martha. I don’t know how you could pass up the chance to feast your eyes.”
“It just about killed me, Al.” Martha smirks. “Cody told me what happened last night.”
Diesel’s eyes widen. “He told you he turned me down?” He smiles, still not knowing he’s in any sort of trouble. “Hard to believe, isn’t it, hon?” He makes to undo the robe, but Martha is quicker, and she slaps his hand away from the belt.
Martha
