I was travelling out of town for work and my flight was arriving later than my other team members. When I landed, I sent a text to the group that let them know I was about 30 minutes out from the hotel we were all staying at. A few minutes later I got a text from our project manager, Valerie (not her real name).

Valerie said that she was at the bar and some asshole had been hitting on her all night. She asked if, when I checked in, if I’d mind helping her out. She had told the guy she was waiting on her husband and the jerk had decided to call her bluff. I texted that it wouldn’t be a problem, and settled in for the ride to the hotel.

When I got there, I checked in and walked around the corner to the bar. I saw Valerie in the corner and there was indeed some major douche bag looking guy trying to chat her up.

I walked over and came up behind her, placing my hand on the small of her back. I leaned and said "Sorry I’m so late, stupid flight was delayed". She smiled up at me and kissed me on the cheek! I almost lost it!

Valerie is hot. No two ways about it.

I sat down for a bit and the asshole decided he had somewhere else to be. Once he left, we both headed to the elevators and found out we were on the same floor.

When we got off the elevator we headed in the same direction and saw the asshole from the bar headed to the ice machine. Valerie leaned in and whispered that she didn’t feel safe going to her room and asked if she could step into mine until he was gone. I agreed and headed to my room.

When we got inside she started laughing. Turns out she was in the adjoining room, the kind with the door between then, and she said if she’d known she’d have left it unlocked. After a few minutes I grabbed the ice bucket and headed out in time to see the guy from the bar entering his room.

I went back and told Valerie that the coast was clear and she hugged me and thanked me and headed to her room. About 30 minutes later I heard a knock on the adjoining door.

I went to it and opened it and found Valerie standing there. Her hair was wet, as if she’d just stepped out of the show. She was wearing the hotel robe and it was barely closed. She didn’t say anything, but stepped into my room and wrapped her arms around me. Her robe fell open and from there it was nothing but hands and mouths.

We ended up spending the week, after work each day, in the hotel bed.