Much to Karen's delight I found the U.S. equivalent of bacon butties and called room services to have them bring it right away.
"Bacon and pancakes?" She asked, looking at me doubtfully. "Hmmm, I dunno."
"Trust me, they're good," I reassured her. "I used to eat 'em all the time as a kid."
"Which contradicts your well trained physique," she said, cheekily patting my toned stomach.
We stood and stared each other then, in the silence, both feeling the attraction between us climbing dramatically in the room. She leant in towards me, our lips almost touching, our breathing getting heavier.
Only half-aware, my hand began to creep up the t-shirt I had lent her. Unfortunately - though Karen seemed a little relieved about it - a knock at the door stopped us from continuing where we had left off last night.
"Oh sir, did I catch you at a bad time?" A man wearing a Luxor uniformed asked, briefly taking in my bare chest and the women behind me wearing nothing but a t-shirt.
"No, no. Just bring it in."
I took a step back and let him wheel in our breakfast before turning and exiting the room.
"Let's see now. Which one is yours?"
I lifted a lid and the mouthwatering scent of bacon filled the atmosphere. Karen took one glance at it and her whole face turned green. She turned and sped towards the bathroom, slamming the door shut behind her.
I clamped the lid back down and walked over. I could hear the sound of wretching mingled with sob filled moans.
"Karen," I called, wrapping lightly on the bathroom door. "Are you okay in there? Do you want me to come in?"
For a few minutes I waited for a reply, and when the sound of vomiting finally subsided Karen answered.
"The door's not locked," she mumbled weakly.
I entered and saw her attempting to stand up without toppling over.
"Here, sit down Karen." I said, putting down the toilet seat and trying to help her onto it.
She pushed me away, her pallid face contorted with a scowl.
"Condom," she spat the word. "Did we use a condom last night?"
I sighed. "No Karen, we didn't use a condom."
She looked up at me, her expression turning to one of child-like doubt and regret. The next find I knew she had knelt over and began crying.
"Please, don't cry," I said, wrapping my arms around her small shoulders. "Everything's going to be okay." I added, not knowing what else to say.
At this, her head snapped up and she shoved me off.
"No Tyler, it's not going to be okay!" She snapped.
"Don't call me that!"
She hobbled to the hot tub and started to pick up her wet clothes.
"At least wait to they're dry."
In her defiance, she put them on and chucked my t-shirt back into the hot tub.
"Why are you doing this?" I demanded blocking the only exit from the bathroom.
"Because of you," she glared at me, "there's a high possibility that I am pregnant with a stranger's baby!"
"You were the one who said screw the condoms," I said, referring back to last night.
She squeezed pass me and screamed, "It's all your fault! I don't ever want to see you again!"
With that, she snatched her handbag and fled from the master's suit, flinging the door shut behind her with a violent crash.