Rissa hates working, knowing that most of her friends are enjoying a fabulous cruise or skiing down the Swiss Alps with the money their parents give them freely. As a valet for a hotel frequented by the well-to-do of the city, Rissa does enjoy a few perks with her job, however. The wealthy men whose luxury cars Rissa loves driving to their assigned parking spaces are gorgeous and they tip the young woman very generously. She envies the women who arrive on the arm of these men of means and she often fantasizes about being one of them. While walking home from work one night, Rissa receives a call on her cell phone that she does not recognize. It is a man who frequents the hotel often and who claims to know her.
Charles led her to the master bedroom and to a settee. "This is my bedroom, Rissa." He never let go of her hand as he slowly and softly kissed her lips. His hands stroked the satiny soft strands of Rissa's wavy long hair as his kisses became deeper and more passionate. Rissa felt as if she were floating on air. When he thought she was ready to go farther, Charles slowly unbuttoned the blouse of her uniform that he found refreshingly sexy. His lips moved from her own and wandered down along her chin and to her neck.