that. She'd tied her hair up into a bun that had already begun to unravel of its own accord.Loosening the hairpin that kept it in place caused her long dark auburn hair to cascadedown to hang just past her shoulder blades. She ruffled the messy locks up a little to letthem fall more wildly around her features. Her shoes were kicked across the room as shethen slipped out of her suit-jacket to let it crumple on the floor. The grey skirt had beenthe next to go as she made her way towards the bathroom. After flicking on the lightswitch she made her way over to the polished sink and washed her face. Afterward shelooked into the mirror and realised she actually looked a little better. The wild waves of her hair framed her exotic features. Her mother had been Spanish and she'd always takenafter her more than her father. Granted she'd never met her father but her mother had toldher he was English. Her olive skin tone and exotic features were reminiscent far more of the people of the Mediterranean than those of the British Isles. She also noticed her light brown eyes weren't brimming with tears for what must have been the first time since thatmorning.
"I guess those two actually did manage to cheer me up a little."
She thought to herself.Walking back to bed she started thinking about the couple again, more specifically theman. Jamie. He'd said his name was Jamie. She'd thought of him as a man the first timeshe'd seen him but he couldn't have been older than twenty. He'd been tall. She guessed just over six feet in height with a strong athletic build. His musculature wasn't outlandishlike that of a bodybuilder but rather lithe, toned, almost panther-like. He'd certainlydisplayed his strength by carrying several heavy bags up to the room without any trouble.Remembering the firm shapely ass and the way his biceps tensed with the weight of the bags she let her thoughts wander for a while. She found the more she rememberedJamie's appealing physique, the more her troubles slipped farther to the back of her mind.Gwendolyn caught herself daydreaming in the doorway to the bathroom and shook her head. She had a lot of problems on her plate right now and this was no time for her to beindulging in impossible fantasies. Jamie's girlfriend had after all being a gorgeous slim blonde with several bags filled with naughty under garments. It was hardly plausible thatGwendolyn could tempt the young man away from her even if she'd wanted to. She'd also been older than him by at least five or six years.
"Probably teaching him how to use his equipment properly."
Gwendolyn thought toherself with a little smirk. Still, she'd thought the two were a good match for each other despite the slight age gap. There had been something in the way they looked at each other that suggested they were very much in love. Thinking about that made Gwendolyn feel alittle emptier inside. She needed a distraction to prevent her from crying the night away.In fact she was thinking about turning on the TV and raiding the mini-bar when shecaught a faint pleasant scent in the air. At first she thought it might have been somethingto make the bed sheets smell nicer and ignored it. Then she found herself breathing alittle more deeply through her nose. Whatever that smell was it was one of the nicestthings she'd ever come across in her life. As she inhaled more and more the scent becameever stronger. She went over to the bed and pulled back the sheets to look for the source