I met Sarah at the airport.
Not my type at all—which is what attracted me to her.
My flight had been canceled and I thought hers had too.
One drink leads to casual conversation—she’d recently been canned and I’d just attended my ex-fiancée’s wedding.
Can you say—how about another drink?
Three drinks leads to getting a little closer—I slide a hand on her thigh and my fingertips under the hem of her skirt.
Five drinks leads to a proposition—a hotel room, sex, and nothing more.
After an unforgettable night, I wake up alone? and pissed as hell.
How was I to know my self-pronounced one-night stand would bite me in the ass?
That Sarah would jeopardize everything I’d worked for.
That Sarah wasn’t really Sarah.
But then Sarah ends up in the same tropical location as me.
Can you say—payback?
Except the girl I didn’t think was my type at all turns out to be my perfect match.
I never saw any of it coming.
Now, what do I say—come a little closer.