Chapter Three: A Steamy Dream Come True?
The drive was a long one, taking her all the way out to Des Moines and the Hamilton Inn – the closest Jill had ever been to a snazzy, luxurious hotel. With Sandy’s lavish gown draped over her body and her hair gorgeously teased, she was ready for a night of fun.
She got to Trevor’s hotel room and found him alone in a dour mood. He opened the door and let his guest inside, barely noticing her fancy attire. “Come right in,” he groaned.
“Where’s what’s-her-name?”
“Diana and I have had a bit of a row.”
“A what?”
“A row,” he repeated. “I believe you Americans simply call it a fight.”
“That’s too bad,” Jill said, trying her best to hide the mischievous grin slowly crawling across her face.”
Wasting no time on small talk, Trevor lifted his arms and
