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“Excuse me. Could you please settle a debate between me and my best friend?”

“Sure,” the guy replied.

“Are you staring at her or at me?”

I took in a deep breath and tried to hold it as long as I could with the hopes of passing out to avoid this embarrassing situation.

“I think you’re both beautiful women.” He smiled.

“Why, thank you. I’m Sienna, and this is Chloe.” She extended her hand.

“Nice to meet you, Sienna.” He reached over and extended his arm across Sienna. “Nice to meet you, Chloe.” He flashed a big smile and spoke in his English accent, “I’m Sam.”

I gulped over his accent. I wasn’t expecting that.

“You’re from England?” Sienna flirted and gave him an “I want to fuck you” smile.

“Yes, and you’re from?”

“We’re both from New York, but Chloe lives in Los Angeles now.”

“Ah. I see. So the two of you met up for a fancy vacation in England?”

“Yes. It’s a place we’ve always wanted to visit, and for good reason,” she spoke.

The two of them carried on a conversation before and after we took off. About an hour into the flight, Sienna slipped her eye mask over her eyes and went to sleep. She claimed she was tired, but it was no doubt due to the four whiskey sours she drank: two before we took off and two right after we took off. We had been planning this trip for over a year. Being an assistant art curator, I didn’t make very much money, and living in Los Angeles was expensive, but I made sacrifices and saved almost every penny I made, including the money my parents sent to me for my birthday. The highlight of this trip for Sienna was bedding anEnglishman, which I was sure she was already planning with Sam. The highlight for me was visiting the art galleries and museums to see the paintings that I’d only read about in books. I could care less about the men there or any man, period. After this last breakup, it became clearer than ever that I had bad luck when it came to men, so I made a vow to concentrate on my career, advancing to an art curator and enjoying life on my terms and my terms only. Fuck men and relationships. The minute I stepped off this plane and my feet hit the concrete of London, England, I was going to become a new woman. Possibly a woman who was going to have sex with a stranger in a foreign country.

Chapter Two

Chloe

Six nights and seven days in London were coming to an end, and it made me sad. We spent hours in the museums and galleries, shopped, took in all the beautiful sights London had to offer, and ate at some pretty amazing restaurants.

“Since tonight is our last night here, and I have unsuccessfully gotten you laid, we’re going to dress in our finest and head down to the hotel bar for a while,” Sienna spoke as she threw herself back on her bed.

I rolled my eyes. “What time is Sam meeting you down there?”

“What?” she asked as she propped herself up on her elbows. “How did you know?”

“I overheard your phone conversation in the bathroom this morning.”

“Oh. I thought you were sleeping.”

“I was until I heard you referring to his dick as an exploding cannon.”

“Well, tonight’s the night I will cross off on my list ‘sex with a stranger in a foreign country.’”

“And why did it take you so long? We’ve been here a week. Where has he been all this time?”

“He’s been busy with work and lives an hour outside London. But tonight, he’s free and getting himself a room.”

“You mean he’s getting the two of you a room.” I glared at her.

“Whatever. We’ll still be in the hotel, so call if you need me.”

“So what am I supposed to do tonight?”

“You’re hanging out in the bar with us. Then, when we go back to his room, you can either stay down and tell the bartender what a man-hater you are, pick up some hot guy, or come back up to the room and watch a movie.”

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