Candy
stretched, yawned, and snuggled back into a ball. A faint humming filled the cabin, and she
heard water running.
“Damn!” The masculine voice was loud and clear, and
her eyes snapped open.
Oh, my God!
She
lifted her head, and searched the room. Her
gaze rested on clothes neatly folded over a chair.
Men’s clothes.
Under
the chair, a pair of shoes stood in an orderly fashion.
A neat
freak.
She
soon discovered that was the least of her problems. She lifted the bed covers. Just as she
thought. She was naked in a strange
man’s bed. Her stomach clenched.
I slept with a
stranger!
With
the sobriety she lacked the evening before; she shook her head in disbelief. She had never been so reckless in her entire
twenty-nine years.
The
bathroom door flew open and a man stood before her in all his natural
majesty. Candy flushed and pulled the covers over her
head. His deep laugh resonated throughout
the room.
“You’re not shy?” he asked, the amusement
evident in his husky American voice.
Shy? Shameless
was a more appropriate word.
“Come on,” he said playfully, and Candy heard him move closer to the
bed. The bed shifted as he sat near her. “You’ve nothing to feel embarrassed about.”
Embarrassed? Try mortified!
With forceful hands he grabbed the
covers and tried to pull them from her. She refused to give up without a
fight.
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