"So how long is Stan going to be gone for?" Will asked, then picked a strawberry from the white and gold porcelain plate on the cart next to him.

"I don't know," Karen shrugged. "Could be three days, could be three weeks." She too carefully scanned the plates of room service food before ultimately making the same decision as Will and biting into a large, ripe strawberry.

Will was stretched out along the diagonal of the king-sized bed on his stomach, his head at the lower right corner. Karen sat in a plush white arm chair catty-corner from him, the golden hotel room service cart situated between them. Karen had changed out of her designer outfit and into a white silk robe, but Will was still in his dark wash jeans and fitted sweater he had been wearing all day. It was going on midnight, but the two of them were too keyed up after their fun day of shopping together to sleep, so they had ordered fruit, dessert and champagne to celebrate their chance encounter in the city of love.

"Does this happen a lot?" Will asked Karen, referring to her husband's absence. She nodded.

"Yeah, he's not around very much," Karen admitted. She grabbed two champagne flutes off the cart and reached across to hand one to Will. He took it from her and studied her face carefully as he sat up and scooted himself to the edge of the bed. He couldn't tell if she was upset about Stan's negligence or grateful for it. But, she didn't offer up anything more about it, so he decided not to press the issue. "Tell me about your lover boy," she teased, handing him the bottle of pink champagne she had just pulled from the bucket of ice sitting at one end of the tray. "What happened with that?"

"Well," Will began, as he began peeling off the gold seal from the top of the bottle, "I see him around a lot in New York and thought he was cute." The words almost caught Karen off guard before she reminded herself of Will's attraction to men. It was funny, the way she never saw him as a gay man or a straight man when they were alone, just as a man. He continued. "So we ran into each other at the airport when Grace was trying to escape Nathan, he told me he was coming here, and bada-bing," Will paused as he popped the top off of the champagne bottle and Karen smiled. "Here I am."

"Very romantic," Karen purred as she leaned forward to allow him to fill her glass.

"That's what I thought, at first," he told her, now filling his own flute. "But it wasn't. There was just no connection, you know?" Karen sat back in her chair and curled her legs underneath her. "It was purely physical."

"Well, I think a toast is in order," Karen proposed. "To your failed romance and my husband abandoning me," she toasted, lifting her glass to his. The crystal clinked and she put the flute to her lips to sip the sweet champagne. Will paused before he did, though, adding "and to fate."

They drank their champagne, not saying much, but observing the moonlight streaking through the open curtains, adding a small amount of light to the dim room. Karen noted how beautiful Will's olive skin looked against the cream colored silk sheets of the large bed. When he had finished his champagne, Will put the empty glass back onto the tray between them and got up from the bed. He knelt on the floor next to Karen in her chair, and took her slightly surprised face in his hands.

Karen scooted to the edge of the chair and put her champagne down on the tray, then turned towards Will. One of his hands stroked her hair and the other rested on her lap. After breathing in her scent and taking a mental photograph of her beauty in this gorgeous hotel suite, Will leaned up and found her lips with his. Their kiss was sweet and soft, and her mouth tasted like champagne.

"I guess I should get going," Will whispered, looking down at their hands in her lap. Karen took his chin in her hand and tilted his face up to look at her.

"Why don't you stay here tonight?" she asked him, eyeing his lips.

"Are you sure?" he questioned her, knowing her judgment was likely clouded right now by this current temptation. She didn't say anything, just kissed him deeply. He took that as a resounding 'yes.'

Will wrapped his arms around Karen and lifted her as he stood. He carried her the few steps to the bed, where he laid her down on her back and continued to kiss her. She propped herself up on her elbows and watched him, excited, as he stood from the bed and pulled his shirt off to reveal his chiseled pecks and abs. Not able to help herself, Karen stood up on her knees on the edge of the bed and pulled him close to her, kissing him as she ran her hands over his torso and back.

As she did this, Will reached between them and untied Karen's robe. It fell open to reveal her black lace bra and thong, and he took the opportunity to lay her back onto the bed slowly as he began to kiss down the length of her body.

Karen's head was spinning. This was the first time in a year that she and Will were together like this with no one around, no one to stop them. Her sexual desire for him was strengthened with the satisfaction of finally being able to have him once again after a long hiatus. Their foreplay was sensual and slow, however, both of them wanting to cherish the moment and explore each other's bodies after a long time apart.

When Will was nearly finished meticulously kissing and experiencing every part of Karen's body, she sat them up. As their tongues wrestled in their mouths, she positioned herself so that she was straddling him as he sat Indian style on the bed. She could feel his member through his jeans against her inner thigh, and as she strengthened the intensity of their kiss, reached down and unzipped his jeans. Her hips moved over his in a circular motion as she realished the friction of his body and the denim over it against her center.

Will couldn't take this teasing any longer and pulled himself out of his boxers, finding Karen's hand and wrapping it around him as he slipped a few fingers into her. After several minutes of mutual ministrations, Karen pushed him down onto the bed and squeezed her legs tightly around his. Then, just as she reached down to remove her wet thong, the phone rang.

"Ignore it," Will suggested as she broke their kiss to look up in the direction of the phone on the bedside table. This was the second time today that they were interrupted by a ringing phone.

"I can't," she sighed, as she rolled off of him. "It's probably Stan. What's he going to think if I don't answer the hotel phone in the middle of the night?" She scooted to the other side of the bed and reached for the phone.

"Hello?"

Will sighed and scooted himself up the headboard, resting his back against it and pulling his jeans back up. He felt his sexual urge diminish in the ruined moment.

"Yeah, honey. I love you too," as Karen said the words, she looked over at Will. Her face was expressionless and her voice lacked emotion. Her eyes travelled to his groin, and she frowned as she hung up the phone.

"Well, I guess that kind of killed the moment," she acknowledged.

"Yeah, kind of," Will agreed. He reached for her. "It wouldn't take much to get it back though."

"I don't know, Will," Karen said, snuggling up to him and pulling her robe closed around her. "Maybe we shouldn't do this here. I…I'm not sure I feel right about it."

Will nodded and kissed her head.

"You're right - this isn't right," he agreed. He stood and walked over to where his shirt was laying, abandoned on the floor. "I'll tell you what," he began, as he pulled it over his head, "how about tomorrow after we go to Claire's you come back to my hotel room?" He slipped into his shoes. Karen smiled.

"That sounds nice."

"Ok," Will told her, sitting on the edge of the bed next to her. "I'll see you tomorrow." He kissed her one last time before grabbing his shopping bags and leaving to catch a cab, leaving her alone for the night in the big bed, dreaming about what would have happened between them had Stan not called. She couldn't wait for tomorrow.