Page 5 of One Hot Summer

I readjusted my towel to make sure I was covered when Gaz walked in, accompanied by a man in a suit, making me quickly jump out of the bed.

“What’s going on?” Sarah asked.

“This is Mr Martinez, the hotel manager. It seems, ah, there was a complaint made to the hotel this morning.” Although Gaz used a serious tone when speaking to us, there was something about his lips that suggested he wanted to laugh. “Was someone out on the balcony last night?”

I could feel my face burning up, as Gaz followed the manager across the room, heading to the sliding patio doors.

“Oh, right, well…” I looked at Sarah, who was blushing too.

“Well, I have a complaint of my own.” Sarah crossed her arms and looked at the manager. “We have been given the wrong room. I specifically booked a twin room with a separate living area. This is just ridiculous. No wonder one of us was forced to sleep outside.”

“Well, from the nature of the complaint, there wasn’t much sleeping going on.” Gaz’s eyes looked at mine and then eyed something on the floor of the balcony. It was the used condom. I wanted to die on the spot. The manager took one look at the condom, nodded at Gaz and then stomped out of the room, slamming the door behind him. “I’m so sorry, girls, but you have to leave.”

“What?” we said together.

“Do you see the house opposite yours?” He pointed across. “That massive villa right in front of you?”

“Oh, well, yes…” I said, seeing the view clearly for the first time. The villa was barely five metres from our room, and it was huge. Quite hard to miss, actually.

“You put on quite a show last night! And unfortunately for you, that villa is owned by one of the richest families in Europe.”

“Really?” Sarah asked, peeking outside. “Who are they?”

“I’m not allowed to tell you, but let’s just say they own a very popular football club, and they’re staying with their very young children at the moment and have put in a complaint to the resort, making all kinds of threats.”

“What? You’re pulling my leg. There’s no way…”

Gaz pulled out his phone. “My manager’s calling, hang on. Hello? Yeah, yeah. I’m with them now, yeah. All right. No, no, no police. No. No! Yeah. Yeah. All right. Yeah. Fab, mate. Sound. That’s fab. I’ll tell them.”

“Police?” I could feel the colour draining from my face. “The police are coming?”

This was it. I was going to be charged with public indecency. I’d be thrown into a foreign prison. Three years working towards my degree would be in the bin, my future down the drain because of one night letting my hair down.

“No, they’ve managed to negotiate. It’s fine. Well, it will be fine once we get you out of here. Pack your things, quickly.”

“Wait, is this going to be on the news?” Police or not, if this ended up on the news for all my family to see, I’d be done for. My mother would be shipping me off to a convent.

“Luckily for you, no. It’s being dealt with. Come on, get your things, I’ll meet you at the bottom of the stairs. There’s a taxi here to take you to the airport. My manager has secured you two seats on a flight back to Manchester this morning. He’s emailing the tickets over, so I’ll go get them printed while you get sorted.”

Gaz rushed out of the room, leaving the two of us staring at each other in disbelief.

“Is this real?” I asked. “Is this really happening?”

“I think so. Wow. We know how to party.”

I didn’t think I’d be planning a return trip to Zante, or anywhere abroad with Sarah, ever again.

Ever.

CHAPTER ONE

PRESENT DAY

My legs straddled Zack’s naked body. He was handcuffed to my bed, totally at my mercy. I was in absolute control of this man. My man. He was finally mine. The cuffs dug in to his wrists as he struggled between pain and pleasure.

“Do you want me to stop?” I asked over his cries of passion as I kissed his chest, working my way down his torso. His body was trembling beneath mine as the excitement built.

“No,” Zack cried out. “Oh, Jenny, no, keep doing that.”

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