You Can’t Sit with Them – 9

9  Back in her hotel room, she had just unzipped the dress when her phone lit up.  Odion.  She hesitated, then answered.  “Osas,” his voice was warm, almost paternal. “Thank you for coming. You looked… incredible. I think you stole the show.”  She didn’t respond. Her fingers hovered near the zipper, the silk still clinging to her shoulders.  “You…...