(http://i674.photobucket.com/albums/vv110/jelly_beanjlw/s003crop.jpg)<br/><br/>He didn’t keep her waiting long.<em>‘Thank God.’ </em>She worried that if she stood outside too long that someone might see her, question why she was there. Or worse, know why she was there. Not that she thought there was anything wrong with what she was doing. Quite the contrary. She just knew that there were those who would look down on her for it.<br/><br/>The door slid open and she saw him. It was seeing him up close that assured her that tonight wouldn’t be too unbearable. He was quite a bit taller than her, even in her heels she barely reached his chin. That was the first thing she realized about him. And then the dark hair and eyes, she was a sucker for dark hair and eyes. As well as athletes.<em>‘Must be the cheerleader in me.’</em><br/><br/><em>"Hi, I'm Joel" <br/><br/>"Would you like to come in?"</em><br/><br/>She returned his smile with a grin of her own and stepped into the hotel room. Her first thought was, high end modern. She liked it, though she couldn’t see living somewhere like this. After awhile, the decor would seem cold. All the straight lines and angles, the abruptness of it all could be overwhelming. Caroline extended her hand.<br/><br/>“Hi Joel, I’m Caroline. Great to meet ya.”<br/><br/>She had an urge to run her hands through his hair, but didn’t. Instead she moved to set her small black bag down on a table top. With her back to him, she started talking. Her voice a bit lower than it had been. A bit more sultry.<br/><br/>“So Nicole tells me you’re in need of a special type of female attention.”<br/><br/>Looking over her shoulder, she grinned at the lanky tennis player. With one hand, she slid the zipper down the back of her dress and then stepped from it. She nodded to the couch. She wasn’t really sure what she was doing here, but she figured if he was paying ... she should make most of the effort.<br/><br/>“How about you sit back down on the couch and tell me what I can do for you?”