She was tired from the long plane ride that took her from Portland, Oregon to Paris, France. Being in the film industry, she loved her job, but at times like this, it was a draining career. All she wanted to do is crash in her bed and sleep, but she was still hungry, being that she declined the food offered to her during the flight by the petite stewardess. She didn't have an appetite then, but she was regretting it now.

She called for room service and as soon as they brought up her order of sirloin steak with mashed potatoes and asparagus, she dug in, scarfing the food down as if she hadn't eaten in three days. After finishing off her meal, she unpacked her bags and grabbed her toiletries and headed to the bathroom to shower. The warm steamy water felt great on her skin and she was grateful of the soothing feeling it gave to her tired body.

Thirty minutes later, she was in bed, staring up at the ceiling with a hand resting under her head and the other laying gently over her stomach. She looked over at the nightstand to retrieve her phone. The screen lit up and she let out an irritated groan when she read 12:57 am on the digital clock. She couldn't sleep and it was becoming frustrating, being that she had to wake up at 5am to shoot a commercial for Diesel's new fragrance release.

She placed the phone back on the nightstand and rubbed her forehead with her hand out of annoyance. She dropped her hand to the side of her body, making a plopping sound on the bed and blew out hard air. She figured she may have been experiencing jet lag due to the 9 hour time difference. In her hometown, it would be mid-afternoon, so sleep was certainly not coming anytime soon.

After turning on the tv and flipping through the channels, she couldn't find anything to hold her interest. It didn't help that the shows were all in French. She couldn't speak French, and her brain was too exhausted to try and decipher what was happening in the storylines, so she gave up. Turning off the tv, she got out of the bed and prepared a cup of green tea for herself, hoping it would help some. She made her way to the set of French doors that opened to the balcony and sat down on the small plush couch to take in the view.

She was halfway appreciative that she couldn't fall asleep, because her schedule for the next week was going to be nonstop work and she wouldn't be able to enjoy the view she was currently seeing. She let out a satisfied sigh and a smiled crept across her face as she took in the night display before her. She tucked her legs into her body and after taking a sip of her tea, sat the cup on the table beside her. She hugged her knees as she sat contently quiet.

From her balcony, she could see the beautiful landscape of the city lights, dancing as if they were the actual stars in the dark sky. The most breathtaking sight though, was of course the Eiffel Tower. Since it was night, it looked even more spectacular as it glowed with a yellow, almost orange hue, standing out against the dark atmosphere. She had seen it in movies and in photos, but never in real life, and she made an internal agreement with herself, that she would visit it before leaving the City of Love.

The City of Love she scoffed to herself, thinking about Paris' adopted nickname. In that moment a feeling of sadness and loneliness was beginning to wash over her, as her mind went to her love life. She was so happy; her career was flourishing, she was able to afford things she'd only dreamt of, and she got to travel, but... 

Her mind drifted to the couple that stood in line in front of her as she checked in, envious of how they interacted, relishing in the other's loving company. The man had his arms wrapped around her small waist as he pulled her in and whispered sweet nothings in her ear that she seemingly enjoyed due to the evidence of a wide smile on her face. 

She had no love life to claim of her own. She'd went out on countless dates and tried starting relationships that only ended up fizzling out as calls became less in-between since she was always so busy. She never had time to commit to a serious relationship. One nightstands became tiresome and boring after a while, so she ultimately became celibate, though not by choice.

She snapped out of her thoughts, bringing her mind back to reality when she realized that she hadn't blinked in a while. She let out a lazy yawn, realizing the relaxation was actually working, and her bed was now calling her name. She picked up her cup, finishing off her tea and was about to stand, but something stopped her. It was a noise. Her ears perked up as she tried to listen harder, but after a few moments, nothing. 

She chalked it up to her just being tired, and went to stand again, only stopping once more as she was certain that she clearly heard something this time. It sounded like a moan, but wasn't sure where it was coming from. As she still sat, she looked at the neighboring balcony to her left, then to the right, but saw nothing. Since she was on the top floor, there was no one above her. She heard it again, but now, only louder and longer, and a name was called out from the owner of the voice.

"Laurent! Je t'en prie, n'arrête pas!" (please don't stop)

In shock, she hopped up from her seat, and she knew that there was only one other direction to look towards: down. She slowly and carefully looked over her balcony railing when she saw it. A beautiful caramel coloured man was currently being lovingly plowed into by another man who looked strikingly similar to the receiver. She had never saw men having sex with each other, and if one was to ask her what her thoughts about it were, before tonight, she would've happily replied, "Well, if it makes them happy, then that's cool with me, but I'm not into it and wouldn't care to see it."

Imagine her surprise at the arousal that was heating between her thighs now...