Page 1 of Brassy Bigwig

CHAPTER ONE

CHLOE

When my eyes open, the last thing I expect to see is the taut, tanned length of muscular back in bed with me. As my brain struggles to remember where I am and how I got here, my eyes travel across the set of broad shoulders and down an arched spine, stopping when they reach the white sheet covering up the bottom half of the masterpiece of man in front of me.

A quick lift of the soft, high thread count sheets uncovers one of the most glorious sights I’ve ever seen. The ass belonging to the man beside me is so perfect, it looks fake. It’s round and smooth and tanned, just like his back. The perfect compliment to the rest of him.

Believing I’m still dreaming, I squeeze my eyes shut before opening them once again.

Nope. The hunk of hotness is still there.

I drop the sheet as the memory of the carnal, lascivious sex I took part in the previous evening seeps back into my brain, and the shock causes my eyes to grow wide. I remember his burning touch, licking flames along my skin as his hands roamed my body. I remember the feeling of him inside of me. His size was intimidating at first, but once he entered me, it was as though we fit together perfectly.

Like a puzzle.

I have to cover my mouth to keep my loud gasp from escaping. I look around the room slowly, desperate to find my clothing.

I spot my thong immediately, laying on the floor right next to the bed. My dress is draped over the back of the sofa, and that’s when I remember him tearing it from my body the moment we walked through the door. I hope I’ll be able to wrap it around me long enough to make it back to my room. If not, I’ll just take the robe from the bathroom. He probably has enough money to pay for another one.

On the end table next to the sofa, I catch the white dress shirt the masterpiece wore last night, barely hanging onto the shade of the lamp. I see one of the obnoxiously tall stiletto heels Shelby made me wear over by the bedroom door. I can’t see the other one from my place in bed, and if I can’t find it quickly once I crawl out from underneath these covers, I’ll just have to buy Shelby a new pair. I’m not going to chance him waking up and being forced in to an awkward morning-after conversation.

I don’t think I have enough courage in me to face him in the light of day. Not after everything we did last night. It’s astounding how easily a few drinks, a sexy dress, and the desire-filled stare from a deviously handsome stranger can make you feel so liberated. Last night, I felt empowered and sexy. This morning, however, I feel like the shy girl who first arrived at the Santa Marina Resort in Mykonos.

If I’m being perfectly honest, I’m scared he’s going to wake up and regret everything that happened. I’m terrified he’s going to look at me and see nothing more than an easy slut who isn’t worth his time.

That being said, I don’t regret my actions. It was the best sex I’ve ever had with one of the most gorgeous men I’ve ever laid my eyes on. But the girl I was last night was a one-time-only thing. I’m headed back to New York today, and I’ll once again fall into the rigid routine and life of Chloe Gainesworth.

However, if there’s any time and place to become someone else, it’s in a foreign country where you’ll never have to see the people you meet ever again.

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One Week Ago

When my best friend, Shelby, came up with the idea to go to Greece before starting my new job, I’ll admit, I wasn’t sure about going. I’m a planner, and committing to something this huge last-minute sends my anxiety into a tailspin. However, I just busted my ass through grad school, got my master's in business management, and landed a job at the largest private equity firm in the country. Shelby told me I deserve a break and to let loose before I start next Monday, so I agreed to go.

Now that I’m sitting poolside with an ice-cold drink in my hand and plenty of eye candy to stare at, I can’t believe I nearly passed this up. Even better is the fact that we settled into a cabana which happens to be directly across from one of the sexiest men I have ever seen. He’s large and muscular with tanned skin and the tattoo of a compass over his left pec has something written around it. He has a thick head of dark hair and a beard I’d love to feel tickle my skin. I can catch a glimmer of silver at his temples from the light of the sun as he moves his head.

He catches my eye when he turns, and I thank God for dark sunglasses because they’re the only thing hiding the fact that I was ogling the shit out of him. Despite having cover, I still tear my eyes from his. Staring at him causes my stomach to churn, although not in a bad way. His tempting stare conjures a heat deep down in the pit of my stomach I’ve rarely felt before.

“Holy hell, would you get a look at Captain Colossal over there?” Shelby exclaims, a little too loud for my taste.

“Shelby,” I hiss through gritted teeth. “He probably heard you.”

“Good, maybe he’ll come over here then,” she laughs and wiggles her eyebrows playfully.

My eye roll contradicts the voice in my head which agrees with her.

I spy a slight lift of the left corner of his mouth, as though he’s amused by our conversation, but he quickly continues perusing the rest of the guests on the pool deck. He must have been reacting to something his equally hot friend said.

“Quick, perk up your boobs or something,” Shelby commands. “Get his attention back over here.”

“Perk up your own damn boobs. You’re just as single as I am,” I counter.

“But yours are bigger than mine,” she explains.

“Bigger isn’t always better, you know.”

Shelby rolls her eyes, irritated I’m not playing along and throwing myself at a guy I don’t even know just so she can have an opportunity to talk to him.

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