Hugo sat on the edge of the overly luxurious guest room bed, staring blankly at the crystal chandelier hanging above like a mad scientist on the verge of a breakthrough—or a breakdown.
The room screamed wealth and class, but all Hugo could think about was his latest dilemma: how to win over Lisa.
He buried his face in his hands, muttering to himself. "I need a plan. No, I need the plan. Something foolproof. Something she can't resist."
Although she said she wanted to rest, he would be a fool to actually believe that. Chances were she was down at the pool listening to another guy's attempt at bedding her.
Hugo's mind churned, and a wild idea struck him. 'What if I go down and 'accidentally' bumped into her with a tray of snacks?'
In his imagination, Lisa smiled and laughed as he apologised profusely, her eyes sparkling with admiration for his charm.
