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... since I had freed her of her restraint as she had been on arriving in the room less than an hour ago.

My curiosity for reasons unknown some how has the better of me as I cross the hotel room. A brief vision of a husband sat home alone waiting wondering where his Wife might be spurs dark satisfied emotions within me. I know I should not pry but as the phone stops vibrating I reach my hand into the pocket of her overcoat and pluck the phone, held in a dark red leather wallet style case from her pocket.

The screen is black as I open up the protective leather case. Then as I am looking at the screen the phone begins to receive a call once again causing the phone to vibrate heavily in the palm of my hand. The two initials glow brightly on the phones display.as the brightness of the screen causes me to squint eyes that have become accustomed to the darkness of the room; 'HQ.'

Looking to the left-hand side of the case amongst bank cards and a driving license which clearly displays the name Rose Callaghan I spot the Police Identification Card. For a moment my blood freezes, before a dark grin passes my lips on further consideration of her sordid promiscuity.

The incoming call ends as I attempt to pull the identity card from the case. In the same moment, I am grateful for the further squeal of the shower as I hear her turn the showers water supply off. Closing the case in haste I slip it back into the pocket of her overcoat, a momentary panic gripping me on indecision as ...

... to whether I took the phone from her left or right pocket. Deliberating no further I make my way back across the room, clambering back onto the bed and pulling the covers back over my naked body as the door to the bathroom creaks widely open. A billow of steam precedes her as Rose steps back into the main room, a thick white towel now wrapped around her slender body.

"I think someone's been trying to get hold of you." I casually offer as the phone starts to vibrate once again. She looks my way, but Rose does not acknowledge me as she crosses the room at a pace to retrieve the phone. "Yes..." she sharply answers the call whilst turning her back on me.

I cannot hear the other side of the conversation but as she listens she hurriedly sets to retrieving her clothes from the floor of the hotel room.

"What time was this and where exactly?" she states, before allowing a pause to listen to the response she receives. "I'm about twenty minutes from the location.... No, I'm not home, I stopped off for something to eat."

A grin passes my lips at the deception of her true location as she continues the call, dropping the towel I look up her legs and over her exposed buttocks as she presses the phone to her ear and holds it in place with her shoulder as she starts to pull her previously discarded underwear back over her body.

On ending the call, with a promise that she will "be there soon" she sits herself down on the edge of the bed and extends first her left and then her ...