Golden breasts at the golden hour...

Thought I would surprise you all this morning with another image from the Wynn. I can feel that sunshine on my skin right now as if I were still there.  I'm sitting in bed drinking my coffee and reading all of your wonderful messages. I did soak for awhile last night, but I'm still achey from this week's shoot. I think it's all the twisting and bending, in high heels no less. It's also the rapid pace to take advantage of the short time. 

This week I got room service for dinner because of the lack of time. It turned out to be quite the mess. The poor porter came in with his table to set the food up, but I think I may have distracted him a bit. I was completely covered in my robe, but I still had my heels on. I towered over him and I think I may have made him a bit nervous. He started to move the plates to the table and when he reached for the basket of fries (my favorite) he spilled them all over the carpet. He was beside himself. He got a towel and cleaned as much as he could and then offered to get someone to come vacuum, but I just wanted to eat and get packed. 

He ran downstairs and got another basket and then brought a plate of chocolate strawberries. Not a bad way to make up. I just wish I had had a small glass of champagne and another four hours to thoroughly enjoy it. I can't imagine what was going through his mind. 😉

I know that a lot of men have fantasies of housekeepers walking in on them while they're in bed or in the shower and being pleasantly surprised. My fantasy is to have a bellman or a porter that would give me a wonderful massage and feed me strawberries. Hotels are such wonderful places to let your imagination run wild and I bet the staff have hundreds of stories to tell.

I hope all of you are having a great weekend! 💋