<div style="text-align: justify;">The chamber maid knew full well that being nosy wouldn’t help her case at all. Talking to Diane afterwards - but not too much later - would definitely be more useful. With that in mind, she took what Paul had asked and excused herself. <br/><br/>Going downstairs, the chamber maid entered the linen room, spending some time in there, folding sheets and towels and separating them to be taken to the rooms. It was as good as any other work, and it would allow her to stop whenever she wanted to. <br/><br/><div style="text-align: center;">*****************</div><br/><br/>Downstairs, at the lobby, Pierre looked up from his book when Martin’s voice sounded. He put the book down, apparently only now noticing the Actor’s presence, and showed him a bright smile.<br/><br/>His smile was a cheerful one, and he seemed genuinely happy to see Martin. It wasn’t the expression an adoring fan would have. It was more of an expression of someone who was connecting with the Actor in a more personal level.<br/><br/>“It his, but I still prefer company to a book”, Pierre replied politely, his gaze looking for Martin’s.<br/><br/>After a moment of hesitation, he added the next sentence quietly. “You look like you could use someone to talk to yourself”, he murmured, not wanting to overstep any boundaries.<br/><br/><div style="text-align: center;">*****************</div><br/><br/>The Italian lady smiled at Rich’s words. She noticed, of course, his reaction to seeing her naked body, and that he was still wearing his wedding ring. <span style="font-style: italic">Dirty dog</span>, the young woman thought to herself. <span style="font-style: italic">Can’t even pretend he is not married</span>. <br/><br/>Leaving her feelings aside, the Lady caressed the side of Rich’s neck with her fingertips and nibbled on his lower lip. “You look so sharp, but I will have to ruin your production if we want to have fun”, she whispered softly, her lips brushing against his.<br/><br/>“Just a minute more”, the woman added, stepping back and going to the phone. She said something in French, before returning to meet Rich. “I have a little something for us”, she murmured, her gaze fixed upon the man’s.<br/><br/>It wouldn’t really take a long time for someone to knock on the door, as the Lady had asked for everything to be prepared in advance. In the meantime, she entertained herself and Rich with kisses and whispers while her hands removed his clothes.<br/><br/>As soon as the knocks sounded on the door, the Lady stood up and stole a long kiss off of Rich’s lips before wrapping herself in a towel and walking to the door. It was clear that shame was not the Lady’s forte.<br/><br/>Opening the door, the young woman checked what the chambermaid had brought and smiled. “Thank you”, she murmured in French, giving the woman a generous tip and closing the door after the chambermaid pushed the cart in.<br/><br/>Pushing the cart closer to the bed, the Lady leaned down next to Rich and gave him another kiss, before showing him the champagne, strawberries and whipped cream that she had ordered. “I thought you might like a little snack”, the Lady murmured, before dropping her towel. <span style="font-style: italic">You will pay for every moment of pleasure</span>, you bastard, she thought to herself behind the smile and the lustful expression.</div>