Alan is, in retrospect, a predator. Although unintentional, he's got a reoccurring thirst for the company of another, even when that company is someone aside from his wife. He was well aware that he still had that spark, the same spark that attracted Juliet to him nearly 35 years before. He always loved his wife, and still does, but decides to spend more time with women young enough to be his daughter. Sitting at the bar of the hotel's premier restaurant, he stalked his prey behind a tumbler halfway full of scotch and ice, his beverage of preference. Oftentimes, a scotch on the rocks, champagne or wine was the perfect trap, and he'd have another notch on his post the next morning.

The upside to Alan getting away with infidelity were the business trips that he took, thanks to his job working for an advertising agency. In reality, he didn't need to work, being that he's the sole heir to a multi-million dollar business left behind by his late older brother. Having no wife or children to leave it to, he trusted his brother would keep it afloat. Besides, Alan helped him get the business off the ground and running, and advised his brother of what to keep, change and/or avoid. Yes, Alan was the person to go to when it came down to business. Fidelity, on the other hand, is a different story.

Alan has been with his wife for 35 years, and during those 35 years, he's been faithful for the first four. It's not that he didn't fall out of love for her; it was love at first sight when Alan and Juliet met, but Alan also had to use his powers of persuasion and manipulation to convince Juliet that he was the one for her. No, after four years he got bored. Became self-conscious. Was he still attractive to other women? He wasn't sure after the first four years, so he dressed in his best suits and kept himself fit in order to garner attention from the opposite sex, and it worked. He was still a very handsome man, and smart, gentle, great listener (although most of the time, he thought about what a woman was wearing underneath that tight dress while she talked his ears off). His wife was oblivious, or maybe just naive; how could she not see what was going on? Or, if she knew, why would she ignore it, stick around? Why wouldn't she retaliate and mess around with another man? She was just as gorgeous as the day they met. Unfortunately, even though Juliet had been married once before, she hadn't experienced an unfaithful husband as she had experienced a gay one.

Alan soon threw that thought to the back of his mind once he saw a beautiful redheaded minx of a woman walking in his general direction. He guided his finger gently along the rim of his tumbler, giving his best bedroom stare, and managed to wrangle the young woman in, ordering her a drink as she slowly walked over and talking in a near whisper, his voice containing a gentle rumble from the back of his throat. His gift, second to his business savvy, was his velvet voice; the very moment he spoke, women would MELT. And that's exactly what this twenty-something girl did, and she and Alan would leave the bar and hit the elevator within twenty minutes of meeting.

Alan's hand caressed the small of the girl's back during their walk to the lift, and when the doors of the elevator opened, that same hand wrapped around her waist, holding her close as they both walked in. Ben briefly glanced at the couple, but didn't pay much attention to them; he was oblivious, depressed and couldn't help thinking of his own dire situation. Then the tap on Ben's arm, Alan asking what floor Ben was going to, pulling Ben from his stupor. Alan and his new date faced the elevator doors as they rode, but Alan turned and snuck a peek at Ben, who wasn't paying attention. With a puzzlingly blank stare, Alan found himself admiring the tall, slender man standing at the back of the lift. He couldn't quite put his finger on it, but there was something so striking about this man he'd never seen before. He saw that this man seemed fragile. He couldn't get over how his smooth, porcelain skin so much resembled the material, pale and set right by his flaming, ginger-red hair, tangled in loose curls, those piercing blue eyes, the high, defined cheekbones. This man looked... beautiful.

Before Alan could get another word out, a ding was heard, a signal that he's reached his floor. Alan's date was first to walk out, but Alan took another few seconds to stare at Ben in wonder. He was sure this young man would be at this hotel for a while, and was optimistic in getting a meeting with him before he himself had to leave for the sauna he called home.