At 9 sharp, Daniel stood in front of room 706. This was unusual. He had his doubts about it; he knew what she was up to and, although he was more than enthusiastic about the idea, they would not solve their problems that way. He knocked and, when he received no answer, he used his own key to enter.
The room was warm and dimly lit, as if no one were there. Deanna came out of the adjoining room and Daniel stopped breathing for a moment. She was wearing a long white satin negligee with a slit that ran from her hip to her feet and a neckline that left little to the imagination. She was barefoot, with her hair loose, but her face looked different.
She was still angry; her eyes reflected it. She watched him for a moment before walking and standing in front of him. When she was close, he
