Date: September 14, 2024
Time: 11:45 PM
Place: Hyatt Regency, Room 1823, New York City
I never thought a work trip would turn into my biggest secret.
It was a conference—three days of panels, networking, and endless small talk. I was exhausted and honestly a little lonely by the last night. I went down to the hotel bar for a nightcap and that’s where I met him: Liam, from London, also in town for business.
We started talking. First about work, then about everything else. One drink turned into two, then three. The chemistry was undeniable, the kind that makes your heart race even when you’re trying to ignore it.
At 11:45 PM, he asked if I wanted to continue the conversation in his room. I said yes before I could even think.
Room 1823. I’ll never forget it.
The moment the door closed behind us, the tension snapped. His hands were in my hair, my dress hit the floor, and nothing else mattered. It was urgent and wild, as if we both knew it had an expiration date.
I left just before sunrise, slipping back into my room like nothing happened. That morning, my boyfriend called to ask how I was doing. I lied and said I missed him.
It’s been months now, but sometimes I close my eyes and I’m back in that room, in his arms, wishing for one more night.
—Anonymous
