It was late, and Faye Vaughn let out a sleepy yawn.
She didn't care whether Wyatt Hawthorne was coming or not. She just wrapped herself in the blanket and fell into a deep sleep.
She dreamed she was vacationing on a warm, spring-like beach, surrounded by several handsome young men with eight-pack abs, waiting on her hand and foot.
Just as she was enjoying herself, the hotel room's doorbell rang, shattering her beautiful dream.
Faye Vaughn reluctantly climbed out of bed.
She peeked through the peephole. Outside stood a handsome, cold-faced man. He stared expressionlessly at the peephole, as if he could see right through it to her standing behind the door.
Faye Vaughn opened the door, grumbling, "Way to ruin a good dream..."
Before she could finish her sentence, her lips were suddenly covered.
Wyatt Hawthorne wrapped an arm around her waist and crushed his lips against hers.
He kicked the door shut, pinning her against the wall behind it as he kissed her ferociously.
