Vincent had been feeling strange ever since he found himself waking up with Hazel inside the suite's bedroom.
Not that he remembered how it had ended, but when he realized nothing had happened between them, he felt a sense of relief.
How he left there before Hazel woke up was a memory Vincent could not recall, and he had avoided her company ever since.
Hazel had made an effort to talk to him about the project, but he simply asked his assistant to go to the meeting in his place, citing his other work commitments.
Vincent had no idea why he was being like that, but he knew after that day he wasn't able to forget her.
For the first time in his life, he never again felt lustful for any woman because of the image of that stunning face. It was as though he was drawn to her pouting lips because she looked so innocent sleeping in his arms.
