Coop was halfway to striking his best nude model pose when he thought better of it. Sarah might as well have reached out and physically stroked him, he had started surging back to life so quickly under the intensity of that look. Any intentional irony of his performance would have been shot to pieces by the sheer ridiculousness of his half-risen member wagging in the breeze. So instead he snickered and knelt one knee on the bed beside her.<br/><br/>“You think? I would have thought she wouldn’t have to leave the lobby to get an eyeful of something.” Idle adjustment of the sheet Sarah had pulled across her hip gradually turned into slow, feathery strokes up and down her exposed length of thigh as he spoke. “Or maybe The Place is too class for running wild in public. Everything kept behind closed doors.”<br/><br/>One long caress rode the curve of Sarah’s hip and over, dragging a path up her flank and on toward the fold of bedding that covered her above. Cooper let the other hand rest across Sarah’s body and tipped forward, a more subdued smile on his face and eyes locked on hers.<br/><br/>“Now what do you reckon everybody else might be up to?”<br/><br/>The knock on the door left him up to nothing more but grimacing. Coop sighed, gave Sarah’s hip one last regretful caress and stood.<br/><br/>“I swear, they teach people how to time these things. Like waiters don’t give a damn how your meal is until you’ve got your mouth full …”<br/><br/>It was a measure of his disappointment that Coop was nearly to the door before it occurred to him that he was still stark naked. He jumped back as if he had just then realized he was about to step off a cliff and lunged back toward the heap of discarded clothing.<br/><br/>“Yeah! We’re here, man. Hang on!”<br/><br/>His pants were enough, he decided. Still shirtless and barefoot he hustled back to the door and opened it to the nattily dressed server who stood in the hall. It took a little negotiation to convince him to let Cooper roll the cart that carried the food into the room himself, but in the end the mechanic prevailed. He trundled it back into the room, draped one of the napkins over his arm and gave an expansive wave.<br/><br/>“Where would miss care to eat?”