"Are you a native?" the gorgeous but clueless young blond asked. "I mean like 'cause your skin is so tanned."<br/><br/>Adam Douglass Weathers III, or as he preferred Adam, looked to the young woman who must have been around twenty two or so years old, "What do you think sweetheart?" She smiled a smile that had made most every boy she'd ever met melt and started caressing his bicep, "I don't know," she said as the<em>know</em>lingered in that cute girlish way, "Why don't you tell me later in room..."<br/><br/>"Not so fast there hot stuff," he replied in a way no one had ever talked to this bombshell, "You think you can just walk over here and get me in your room that easily?"<br/><br/>She wasn't fazed as she batted her eyes, "Yes I do."<br/><br/>"That's not how it works with me," he leaned up and caressed her cheek, "I move just a bit slower than that you see?" She eyed his six pack abs and his body which held nearly zero body fat. Adam of course didn't move slowly at all. He just knew how to play the game. He'd never met a girl he couldn't swoon or romance into jumping into bed with him in one way or another. Some wanted suave. Some wanted forceful. Some wanted it dirty and yet some just wanted the money. He could provide all of that and more. And he did each and every time he wanted a girl. This girl was going to be his very soon. She was begging for it anyway. But she thought she was going to be in charge like she probably always had been wherever she came from. That's not what she really wanted though. Adam could see it the way her eyes searched over him lustfully after he shut her down.<br/><br/>"...slow?" she wanted him right here and now. She could probably have most anyone anytime. So he'd make her wait.<br/><br/>"Tell you what, you want a piece of me? Come to suite 1421 tonight at nine o'clock. I'll show you a good time."<br/><br/>Adam didn't even wait for a response. He just stood up and walked back to the hotel. God he loved this place!<br/>