Page 14 of Perfectly Wrong

Two can play this game, darling!

“Elena,” I heard Rento call out. “Ready for lunch?”

“Absolutely, let’s go.”

Feeling light as a feather, knowing I wouldn’t have to deal with an unexpected visitor that evening, I headed out to lunch with my colleagues. All that stress had left me starving, and I was more than ready for some Japanese food.

And I’d been right. Sam didn’t show up that evening, but it was odd that he didn’t text or say anything else either. Even though I’d mentioned my number was for emergencies or if he needed help, he’d texted me a few times while we were apart. I replied once or twice and ignored the rest.

After a well-deserved bath, I put on my dark blue pyjamas covered in polar bear prints. Exhausted, I refused to leave my room to eat. Just as I finished drying my hair, a knock at the door indicated room service had arrived.

I tried to stay awake, watching something on Netflix, but my eyes were heavy, and I could barely keep them open. Hugging the extra pillow, I fell asleep within seconds, only to be woken up hours later by the sound of my phone buzzing.

“Hmm?” I mumbled groggily.

“Hey.” Sam’s voice came through the speaker. “Can you open the door?”

“Martin, go to bed. There’s no way you’re in Japan, standing outside my room.”

I heard a single knock.

“Did you hear that?”

I sat up in bed. Another knock.

“And that?”

“You didn’t…”

He laughed.

“Of course, I did. Now, please open the door?”

I hung up and stumbled to the entrance, opening the door just a crack to peek out.

“What the hell?” I opened it all the way, and a grinning Sam Martin walked in without waiting for permission. As he passed me, his arm wrapped around my waist, and he pulled me into a deep, lingering kiss, clearly having missed me. It was intense—more than I could handle in my sleepy state.

“Did you miss me?” Sam asked in the sweetest voice.

“No,” I almost shouted. “And I’m definitely not going to miss you after I kill you! What are you doing here?”

I locked the door and caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror. His kiss had left my lips red, and my hair was a mess. It was five in the morning, and I couldn’t believe he’d woken me up at this hour.

“I told you I was coming. You should believe me more often. And by the way, I missed you.” He shrugged and placed his suitcase next to mine.

I blinked a few times. This had to be a dream. A nightmare, more accurately.

“Okay,” I said, marching back to the bed. “I’m going back to sleep, and when I wake up, I’ll be alone in my room, and you’ll be back in Canada, and everything will be fine.”

“I wouldn’t do that if I were you,” he teased, and I stopped, glaring at him.

“And why not?”

A wicked grin spread across his face. “Doctors say morning sex is the best way to start the day.”

Though he tried to keep a straight face, his eyes sparkled with mischief.

I was furious. Completely pissed off. But I couldn’t deny that Sam was like a breath of fresh air, pulling me back to a time I’d barely had the chance to enjoy—the carefree days of being twenty. Back then, I’d already been dating Noah. He was my first and only, so I never got the chance to go a little wild. Honestly, I wanted to experience that. To jump on Sam and make love until morning.

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