Saturday, 9:59 PM – Hotel Hallway outside Suite 2307, 23rd floor
The hallway smells faintly of the vanilla candles they lit downstairs.
Inside, the bass thumps just loud enough to feel in your chest.
You raise your fist and deliver three sharp, official knocks.
Instant explosion behind the door:
A collective squeal that could wake the dead
He’s here! He’s here!
Heels scrambling across marble
Someone shushes everyone, then bursts into giggles
Twenty breathless seconds.
The door flies open.
Lisa Morris (maid of honor, tiara glinting, cheeks flushed from champagne and nerves) stands there first, the other six crowded behind her in a glittering, shimmering wall of sequins, bare thighs, and wedding-ring sparkle.
The rooftop hot tub glows turquoise behind them; the Charlotte skyline twinkles like it’s in on the secret.
Lisa’s eyes go wide as she takes in every inch of your 6 foot 3 inch frame packed into the tight navy cop shirt.
She bites her glossy bottom lip, voice soft and shaky with excitement.
Officer… We've been very, very naughty tonight.
She steps aside, pulling the door wide open, the suite’s warm golden light spilling over all seven of them like an invitation.