"Good morning, baby," he whispered. He brought my earlobe into his mouth and bit down softly. It felt incredible, but I didn't want to give him the satisfaction of knowing that. So I kept my eyes shut. "Hmm... I know that you're awake, Bella." He kissed my neck. "We're playing pretend, are we? Okay, let's play." I wasn't in the mood for games. Well, I didn't want to be in the mood, but I also couldn't deny the heat starting to build between my thighs... I felt him move so that he was on top of me. I instinctively spread my legs just a little so he could put his body between them. Bella woke up in Paris next to a gorgeous stranger in a room she doesn't recognize. As she examines the man next to her, with the face of a Greek god, she realizes that she doesn't remember how she got there. Was it an innocent one night stand? Or is the truth far darker? I DO NOT OWN THIS STORY! IT IS WRITTEN BY ANNIE WHIPPLE ON GALATEA. ANYWAY ENJOY
