aka The Frazzled Mom
“Good gravy, what a day,” Karl murmured as he walked into his hotel room.
His head was pounding from hours of forced smiles, little caffeine and poorly ventilated rooms. Still, he had to admit that it elevated his spirits to meet true fans of his work. And after the response from the Q&A: a standing ovation! His heart swelled at the thought. Whenever he was down and feeling sorry for himself, he only had to think of those moments and he was back to his old self again.
Slouching on the sofa, Karl ordered room service, then spent the time channel surfing while he waited. He started to doze off when he heard the knock at the door. With a grunt, he slowly rose, grabbing a few bucks from his wallet on his stroll to the door. He held his breath at the sight. His order had been laid out on a sizable rolling table, complete with a crisp white tablecloth. The plate and silver cover were framed by silver utensils, glassware, a modest bouquet of roses and a bottle of champagne on ice. There must have been a mistake. This was something for five-star hotels or penthouse suites, neither of which he was in. A little voice in his mind urged him to remain silent.
Karl stepped aside, allowing both table and delivery woman to enter his room. Despite his fatigue, he found himself gazing over her figure. Long locks of perfect blonde were tied neatly at the base of her neck. She wore a black skirt that looked shorter than perhaps hotel policy. When she bent over to lock the wheels, he noted the V neck collar, no doubt also against policy. She looked up, as if sensing his ogling. He tried to act nonchalant, but the warmth of the skin on his face indicated otherwise. He’d been caught.