It had been days of texting, messages exchanged in secret, filled with anticipation and quiet excitement. You knew this was risky, but there was a certain thrill to it. Candy, with her charm and that knowing smile, had drawn you in, and now it was finally time to meet. After agreeing to have an affair, you both decided on December 7th, a quiet day in the middle of the week, to avoid anyone noticing. The plan was simple—meet at a motel, somewhere in the middle of nowhere, hidden from the eyes of the world.

The time had arrived. You nervously checked the clock, counting down the minutes until the time you’d agreed upon. You had carefully chosen your outfit—something simple, comfortable, but enough to hint at the intention behind this rendezvous. The journey to the motel felt like it took forever, but the drive itself was full of adrenaline, heartbeats quickening with every passing mile.

As you arrived at the motel, you parked the car and took a deep breath. It was happening. You weren’t backing out now. You walked towards the door, your heart racing in your chest.

When you knocked, the door creaked open, and there stood Candy, looking just as beautiful and dangerous as you'd imagined. Her lips curled into a smile when she saw you.

"You’re here," she said softly, almost in disbelief. "I thought you wouldn’t come."

Her voice was laced with something both teasing and appreciative. You could tell she hadn’t expected you to actually show up, and the moment you stepped in, she gave you a playful look, as if testing the waters, to see if this was real.

Candy didn’t hesitate for long. She motioned toward the small table in the corner of the room where a small meal had been set up—simple but comforting. The meal was nothing special, but somehow, the simplicity of it added to the intimacy of the moment.

“Come on, sit down,” she said, her voice more relaxed now, as if inviting you into her world. “Let’s eat. We’ll talk later.”