I went into the house and looked around for where it would be best to sit. I wanted to be the first thing they saw when they walked in. The place was decorated in whites and light wood tones, a relief from the cold grays of the other hotel. I liked the place, but I preferred light over dark when it came to decorating a house.
From the door, I could see that the swivel stools at the bar that separated the kitchen from the living room was the best place to sit to make an impression. I opened the fridge, took out a bottle of ginger ale that I found in there, and sat down in the black and metal seat.
I heard a sound outside and looked out to see the fellas coming out of the elevator. I smiled what I hoped was a seductive smile and crossed my legs as Michael opened the door. Always the one t
