Chapter 227 The Executive Affair(Erotca):>Ep2

• Mike found that his room was of the standard setup, a bathroom by the entrance, the main bedroom behind it with a lavish double bed, in crisp white sheets and suiting a velvet buttoned headboard. There was a classic armchair, and a small desk beside a narrow open wardrobe without doors. Curiously there was no TV, which was unusual, but he didn't plan to use one anyway. He threw down his backpack onto the bed, pulled off his jacket and discarded it on the armchair. Pulling some cables out of his bag he set up his phone to charge, slumping onto the bed to catch-up on some messages.
• Alina was naturally neat. Despite them only staying in the hotel for one night, she unpacked her bag to set aside her toiletries and clothes for tomorrow. Her room was the mirror image of Mike's room, their headboard sharing a wall as well as the walls of their bathrooms. It was similarly spacious and tasteful, and having studied the pictures before arriving, she had known what to expect and was content with what she found. She continued unpacking, removing electronics and ensuring her laptop was put on charge. She removed her cardigan and dress, placing them in a small laundry bag she had brought with her. She peeled her tights off of her slender legs, and placed her black heels by the desk. Now wearing only her matching lilac underwear, she padded into the bathroom, stopping to admire herself in the mirror. Over summer she had been working hard to maintain her fitness in preparation for her upcoming holiday to Mexico. Her waistline was especially trim, her breasts full and perky, giving a pleasing bounce along with her bum as she walked. She studied it's small rounded shape and gave a smile, running her hands down her soft skin in self-admiration. Her dark green fingernails and toes stood out against her brown skin and complimented the tone nicely. Looking at herself now, she enjoyed how well coordinated she was. It made her feel ready and confident for tomorrow.
• She remembered the comment the receptionist girl had made about the shower, and decided to have one now. It had a single button at a set temperature, and a small black sensor built into the tile. She pressed the button from outside the cubicle to let the water run but nothing happened. She considered that maybe she needed to be inside for it to work, hence the sensor. Hotels were always trying to save on water bills, she reasoned. So she removed her matching bra and panties, placing them on the floor and stepped naked into the cubical. It was in the corner of the room, so two of the sides were solid tiled white walls, one was a thick glass panel which ran floor to ceiling, and then the glass door. She pulled the heavy door shut behind her, and it clicked in place, yet she found that the water button still wasn't working. She groaned aloud now, pressing it again to no avail. She was growing annoyed, displeased that she would have to call down to reception.