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The Hotel Terrace

THE HOTEL TERRACE

For a couple of weeks, I had been exchanging emails and texts back with a man named Roger, who was a Real Estate investor in Dallas. He was interested in buying my family’s property as an investment. He seemed like a nice, charming guy, and even though I had not met him in person, he made me feel warm and comfortable. It felt like all things being equal, he would be the type of person I would like to work with.

I wrote back and told him I was coming to Dallas for a very brief trip….just to get some family medical stuff signed. I would not be staying long enough to meet with him. And besides, “my husband does all the real estate wheeling and dealing. I don’t need to do it”. He texted back “Marla, why not stay the night? We can meet for breakfast, and you will be on your way home before noon. And besides….why let your husband have all the fun of buying and selling? You can do it too, and I can help”.

I started to change my mind after reading “you can do it too” but I wrote back to him saying I could not stay at the house I was selling, because of the ongoing drama with family members. It was just not worth my effort to stay. Roger said, “I have a hotel room that is reserved for months at a time for out-of-town guests that I do business with. You can stay there as my guest”.

Suddenly, I had a change of heart. I felt a bit anxious, and giddy when I wrote back, “All right, I will stay, and we can meet in the morning”.

There was no reason for me ...

... to feel exhilarated just for staying at a nice hotel by myself, but it did get my heart racing as I thought about it, and meeting Roger for the first time. I packed a few things and headed to Dallas.

After several hours drive time, I finally saw the skyline of Dallas. I drove straight to the medical complex and took care of getting the medical history forms filled out and signed. This was the reason for the trip to Dallas, so now that this task was done, I felt a bit more relaxed. I located the hotel that Roger mentioned, and checked in. It was late afternoon. The management knew who I was and had a chilled bottle of nice white wine waiting in the room.

There was a huge tub in the bathroom, connected by a glass wall to a lovely terrace. This was beautiful and looked like it was right out of an Architecture Digest magazine. I quickly unpacked and ran the water to fill the tub. There was bubble-bath soap, of course, so I added it to the water. I opened the wine that Roger had chilled for me and poured a glass. It was divine. I stood near the glass wall and looked out over the city. The daylight was dimming and lights from windows across the city were beginning to pop on.

I refilled my wine glass and took another few sips. I slipped out of my clothes as the tub finished filling. The frothy suds were like in a movie. I slid into the water like I have done a thousand times. But this was my first time enjoying a bath with a view like this. I turned off my brain and had a ...