“She promised she would call.”
In the darkness of the night, in the room with no view, he tossed and turned still wondering if she would call. His important presentation for work no longer demanded his attention. All he could think of was her welcoming smile, her soft voice, her gentle assurance, the graceful way she took his information and all the other men who, quite literally, were waiting in line for her attention.
Eventually, a dreamless sleep came over him bringing with it little rest.
Suddenly he found himself jerked awake by an annoying, insistent ringing. Disorientated he bolted up in bed. Then he remembered, she was going to call in the morning.
He fumbled for the phone. “Hello?”
“Good morning, Mr. Elliot.” Her voice as smooth as silk. “This is your wake up call. Thank you for staying at the Fromwell Hotel.” Click.