Lying in bed that night, Lianne's mind kept replaying the kiss from downstairs. She tossed and turned for a long time, only managing to fall asleep after one in the morning.
However, it seemed Seth Sinclair had jinxed her.
Not only did she dream of him kissing her, but she also dreamed of their wild abandon at the Sandara One Villa.
In the vast suite, amorous sounds washed over them like ocean waves, one cresting right after the other.
She whimpered into the pillow, unable to stop the sweet, cloying moans from escaping her lips.
He nibbled on her pale neck and suckled her soft earlobe, his voice low and raspy with desire as he called her name. "Lianne."
His fierce, almost savage energy made her mind go hazy.
RING RING RING...
The doorbell rang like a summons from the afterlife, startling Lianne awake. She sat up, clutching the blanket, and rubbed her bleary eyes and her cheeks.
'So sleepy... I can't even open my eyes.'
