The key card beeped twice before the lock clicked open. Aurora pulled me inside the Executive Suite, her fingers already working at the buttons of my shirt before the door even swung shut.
"Someone's eager," I said against her mouth.
"Shut up." She kissed me harder, walking backward toward the bedroom while my hands found her waist.
The suite passed by in a whirlwind of luxury I barely registered. Plush living room with designer furniture. Long hallway lined with abstract artwork worth more than my monthly stipend. Bedroom door standing wide open, revealing California king bed with crisp white sheets. Aurora's back hit the wall beside the entrance with a soft thud, and she made a breathy sound that sent electricity straight to my groin.
