Sofia's [POV]
I stand at the door to the suite, slightly nervous, but mostly excited.
I got up extra early, since I couldn't sleep. It wasn't because of jet lag. Flying first class generally prevents that, because I nap enough to make sure I won't suffer too badly. It's that ridiculously attractive stranger at the airport's fault. Every so often he invades my head, like some unwelcome but overly hot barbarian warrior. Then he shoots me a smile with enough wattage to melt my control and wet my lady parts.
Which is crazy, because he didn't smile at me like that. It's like my brain is making stuff up to drive me nuts.
At least I didn't dream about him with his glow-in-the-dark bulge. That's a curse reserved for Charles's eyes only.
Thankfully, I can't give in to a random impulse to call Mr. Hot Underwear Model because I threw out his card. It's like my gut knew that card was going to be trouble.
But what fun, delicious trouble he would've been!
