The morning sun streamed through the window, awakening Vanna Bardot from her drunken slumber. She groaned as she opened her eyes, taking in the unfamiliar room around her. She remembered going out for drinks with friends and must have passed out somewhere along the way. As she sat up, a wave of nausea washed over her.
Vanna's eyes landed on the man sleeping peacefully in the bed beside her. She didn't recognize him but he was quite handsome, with tousled dark hair and a strong jawline. His chest rose and fell slowly with each breath, exposing a tantalizing trail of hair leading down to his waistband.
Her heart raced as she recalled the previous night's events. She couldn't remember much but she knew she had been flirtatious and suggestive. Suddenly, the events of the day took a dramatic turn when the long-anticipated storm struck the city.
