"Her eyes dart to the clock, then to the door, her body humming with a restless energy. She's been waiting, her patience wearing thin, but her desire remains undiminished. 'Te gusta,' she repeats, her voice a sultry purr, her hands exploring the soft curves of her body. She imagines his hands, his mouth, his body pressed against hers, her breath coming in ragged gasps. She needs more, she needs him, 'Escribeme,' she demands, her voice echoing in the empty room, 'for I am ready, eager, and waiting.'"