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couple of sexy men to help take the edge off while I was in town wouldn’t be such a bad idea. Oh well, too late to change my mind.
    Taking my room card from the receptionist, I took the elevator up. Once in my room, I fell face first onto the mattress. It was getting late and I would have to venture out to get dinner before long. First though, I needed to take a nap. I was exhausted from the strenuous fucking. Not to mention jet lag. I’d gained three hours too so it felt later to me than it was to everyone else.
    I drifted off to sleep before I even removed my shoes. When I woke, I rolled over and looked at the clock on the nightstand. Immediately, I jumped out of the bed and scrambled to find my phone. Crawling on my hands and knees, I finally found it under the bed. I must have kicked it as I fell on the bed.
    I sat on the ground and leaned against the mattress as I pulled the phone out. Ten missed calls. Groaning, I kicked off my shoes and put my phone to my ear as I lifted my suitcase onto the bed. As I unzipped the bag and removed a pantsuit, I listened to the messages. When an important message played, I quickly grabbed my purse to find a piece of paper and pen to write down the important parts. I would have to bust my ass to catch up since, apparently, I’d been so tired I’d not only slept through dinner, but was going to be late to my meeting if I didn’t hurry.
    Once all the message had been listened to and I had my clothes ready, I hoped in the shower. I took the time to wash my hair, normally something I’d skip since I was running late, but it was a mess from Ben and Bryce. After a rinsing the rest of my body off, I got out and toweled off before dressing in my panties, bra, and thigh highs. Running a brush through my hair, I stared at myself in the mirror, trying to decide what to do with it.
    A quick rummage through my purse and I was able to find a hair tie, which would do. I pulled my hair into a tight, low ponytail. It looked severe but also made me look older and serious, which was good when it came to business. A halfhearted application of makeup and I was ready. Stepping into my suit, I grabbed my purse, laptop bag, phone, and the piece of paper with my notes on it.
    In the lobby, I found taxis waiting and directed one to where the meeting was taking place. Then I proceeded to use the rest of the ride to return calls and take care of as much as I could without my laptop or any other paperwork in front of me.
    As I paid the cab, I glanced at my phone to find I was going to be right on time, thankfully. My purse slipped off my shoulder as I moved through the lobby so I tugged it up and slipped into the elevator that was just about to close. After many stops along the way, it finally opened on my floor, and I stepped into a comfortable lobby with a long receptionist desk where two women greeted me with smiles. Once I gave them my name, the one on the right stood and ushered me down a hallway. I followed behind her.
    She was wearing a skirt suit, and I couldn’t help but notice how nice her legs looked in it thanks to her five-inch heels. I could never wear heels that big; plus, I tended to wear pants when doing business since it made me feel on the same level as the men, instead of drawing attention to my womanly attributes. There was only so much I could do to minimize my breasts anyway. Every now and then though, I would wear a skirt as I had the day before just to change things up.
    The receptionist knocked twice on a closed door before cracking it and poking her head in. When she stepped back, she pushed it open and waved an arm for me to enter. As I stepped in, she closed it behind me.
    It was a meeting room. One large table spanned the entire length, surrounded by leather chairs. At the opposite end, a large projection screen was on one side and a whiteboard on the other, as well as seven men in suits.
    Only one man was standing and he was speaking quietly to the others. When he looked up, a