You had to go check on some property outside of Atlanta, GA and although you have family in Atlanta, you thought it was best to stay in a hotel (as to not inconvenience anyone or for that matter yourself).
During the day and early parts of the evening you were able to spend some time with "family," but at night you would return to your hotel room, that was until you encounter Riva.
Initially, you assumed that Riva was part of the housekeeping staff because a good majority of the young ladies working there appeared to be of East Indian descent. However, you soon discovered that Riva was in fact the night manager at the "Ritz-Carlton," and this became apparent when you had made an inquiry about things to do at night and places to eat in Atlanta (that was the first time you met Riva).
Some of the places she recommend sounded good, but you probably needed to make advance reservations so you figured it would just make more sense to dine in the hotel's restaurant. It felt kind of strange dining alone, and you probably could have ordered room service, but you wanted a temporary break from your room.
Nevertheless, your solitude was interrupted by a very soft and sultry voice that sounded familiar, it was Riva, and she asked if it was okay to join you? Riva said she noticed you all alone and felt that you might appreciate some company (she also let you know that she was "off the clock" at the moment also). Riva was smart and told you that she could only stay a minute or two because she knew that "eyes would be on her," and she slipped you her number and asked you to text her when you finish eating.
About 15 minutes later, you returned to your room and sent a text to Riva and about 10 minutes later you received a knock on your door. Riva (playing it off) said that "we received a complaint from you regarding a malfunctioning television set and you're having problems with the air conditioning unit?"
"Yes, I am," you stated as you closed the door behind you.