ROBERT

My gaze darted from the woman to an already-dressed Robert standing by the bedside, wallet in hand, looking for something.

Dragging my gaze back to the lady still standing, I realized she was most likely a hotel employee, and Robert must have ordered something.

The way she was looking at me as if she knew who I was and what I'd done in the room, made me squirm, and I felt as if asking the marble-tiled floor beneath me to open up and swallow me.

To say I was embarrassed was an ...