Chapter 112: Waking Up In A Strange Place

Carla

Carla stretched and groaned in the sunlight. Through a set of open glass doors, the sea air brushed over her. Never drink that much again. Actually, her head didn't pound as bad as normal after a drinking binge. She wiped a hand over her face, and her silver charm bracelet tinkled.

Silk sheets rubbed across her bare legs. Wait, my hotel room didn't have silky bedding. Did it? She bolted upright. Sea green painted the walls with beaded threads of shells draped across one side, and she lay in a massive king-sized bed with rumpled sheets.

Her hand flew to her chest. Did the guy from the bar with a brooding blue-eyed stare and dark hair bring her here? Had they had hot sex, and she couldn't remember any of it? A quick glance down at herself revealed she'd slept in her clothes. Regret at not having a night of fun and sex with the devilishly handsome man overtook her common sense about sleeping in a stranger's house.

"Hello?" she croaked.