Room Service

“That was so good!”, she whispered blissfully. Her husband was lying down next to her and she looked at him fondly. She was in the mood for more, but he was spent. She kissed him longingly on the lips and was about to go to the bathroom to clean up, when she heard a gentle knock on the door.
“Who is it?”
“Housekeeping, ma’am.”
“We’re busy, can you come later?”
“Certainly, ma’am.”
“Why just clean up?”, she thought to herself and ran a hot water bath. Half an hour later she was back outside, drying herself. Her husband was lying down in bed, looking at her, his eyes wide open. His face had turned a deep shade of crimson. He was blushing, quite literally. She chuckled, pleased with herself. All those hours at the gym had come in useful.
At that moment, she heard another knock on the door.
“Who is it?”
“Room service, ma’am.”
She had completely forgotten about room service.
“What took you so long? We placed the order more than two hours ago.”
“I’m extremely sorry for the delay ma’am. The orders got mixed up.”
She sighed. “We’ll take twenty minutes more.”
“That’s alright, ma’am. I’ll wait”, he said, more than willing to make
up for the delay.
She was irritated now. “Don’t you people see the Do Not Disturb sign
on the door?”
“But you placed an order, ma’am.”
“But that was before I decided to kill my husband!”, she blurted out.
Silence.