Prologue
Carley
When my eyes open, the last thing I expect to see is the taut, tanned length of muscular back in bed with me.
As my brain struggles to remember where I am and how I got here, my eyes travel across a set of broad shoulders and down an arched spine, stopping when they reach the white sheet covering up the bottom half of the masterpiece of man in front of me.
A quick lift of the soft, high thread count sheets uncovers one of the most glorious sights I’ve ever seen. The ass belonging to the man beside me is so perfect, it looks fake. It’s round and smooth and tanned, just like his back. The perfect compliment to the rest of him.
Believing I’m still dreaming, I squeeze my eyes shut before opening them once again.
Nope. The hunk of hotness is still there.
I drop the sheet as the memory of the carnal, lascivious sex I took part in the previous evening seeps back into my brain, and the shock causes my eyes to grow wide.
I remember his burning touch, licking flames along my skin as his hands roamed my body.
I remember the feeling of him inside of me.
His size was intimidating at first, but once he entered me, it was as though we were made for one another.
A perfect fit.
I have to cover my mouth to keep my loud gasp from escaping. I look around the room slowly, desperate to find my clothing.
I spot my thong immediately, laying on the floor right next to the bed.
I vaguely remember him removing it before throwing it across the room last night.
I guess this is where it landed. My dress is draped over the back of the sofa, and that’s when I remember him tearing it from my body the moment we walked through the door.
I hope I’ll be able to wrap it around me long enough to make it back to my room.
If not, I’ll just take the robe from the bathroom.
On the end table next to the sofa, I catch the white dress shirt the masterpiece wore last night, barely hanging onto the shade of the lamp.
I see one of the obnoxiously tall stiletto heels Saylor made me wear over by the bedroom door.
I can’t see the other one from my place in bed, and if I can’t find it quickly once I crawl out from underneath these covers, I’ll just have to buy Saylor a new pair.
I’m not going to chance him waking up and being forced in to an awkward morning-after conversation.
I don’t think I have enough courage in me to face him in the light of day.
Not after everything we did last night. It’s astounding how easily a few drinks, a sexy dress, and the desire-filled stare from a deviously handsome stranger can make you feel so liberated.
Last night, I felt empowered and sexy. This morning, however, I feel like the shy girl who first arrived at the Santa Marina Resort in Mykonos.
If I’m being perfectly honest, I’m scared he’s going to wake up and regret everything that happened. I’m terrified he’s going to look at me and see nothing more than an easy slut who isn’t worth his time.
That being said, I don’t regret my actions.
It was the best sex I’ve ever had with one of the most gorgeous men I’ve ever laid my eyes on.
But the girl I was last night was a one-time-only thing.
I’m headed back to New York today, and I’ll once again fall into the rigid routine and life of Carley Garrettson.
However, if there’s any time and place to become someone else, it’s in a foreign country where you’ll never have to see the people you meet ever again.