Chapter 196: Riverside Hotel.

Jennifer stepped out of her apartment and into the warm Houston evening, her eyes scanning the bustling streets for a taxi. She spotted one a block away, its yellow lights gleaming like a beacon in the darkness. With a confident stride, she marched towards it, her high heels clicking on the sidewalk. As she approached, the taxi driver, a gruff-looking man with a thick beard, looked up from his phone and caught her eye. Jennifer raised a hand, her bright red lipstick flashing in the light, and the driver nodded in response. She slid into the taxi, her tight shorts riding up her thighs as she settled into the worn leather seat. The driver eyed her in the rearview mirror, his gaze lingering on her crop top before he turned his attention back to the road. "Riverside Hotel, please," Jennifer said, her voice husky and confident. The driver nodded, his eyes flicking to the GPS screen on his dashboard. "That's a pretty fancy place," he said, his tone a mix of curiosity and approval.