Samantha stared at Gabriela, lips parted in stunned silence. "This… I…"
Gabriela immediately pressed a single finger to Samantha's lips — soft but firm — silencing her with a gentle shhh. Her eyes locked on Samantha's, dark and commanding beneath the tears and smug smile.
"Not a sound," Gabriela breathed, voice barely audible. "He's dreaming… let him dream."
Samantha's chest rose and fell rapidly, but she didn't pull away. Gabriela's hands moved with deliberate slowness — reverent almost — sliding up Samantha's arms to the top button of her housekeeping polo.
One button at a time, the fabric parted. Pale skin, faint freckles across her collarbone, the simple black bra coming into view.
Samantha's nipples were already straining against the thin cups, betraying how wet and ready her body had become.
Gabriela leaned in, lips brushing Samantha's ear.
"Don't worry… no one will know. Not him. Not your boyfriend. Not the hotel. Just us… just tonight."
