Page 3 of Too Hard to Resist

Once I got home, I took a shower, put on my comfiest pyjamas, prepared an epic tray of snacks then fired up Netflix.

I was about to opt for bingeingEmily in Parisfor the hundredth time, but then decided that one of the steamy365 Daysfilms was the perfect choice.

That date had made me tense, but a good orgasm would cure that frustration and swooning over that Italian hottie actor, Michele Morrone, was guaranteed to get me off.

I sprinted into my pink-and-white-decorated bedroom, opened the top drawer and pulled out my Waterfall Turbo 3,000. At least my vibrator wouldn’t comment on the size of my boobs.

Up yours, Ronald.

Just as I was about to return to the living room for my virtual date with the hot Italian stallion, my phone rang. I glanced at the screen and saw it was Stella.

‘Hey!’ I said, instantly feeling happier.

‘Hey, you!’ Stella said. ‘Just a quick one as I’m out having dinner with Max, but Jasmine called to say an important email was sent yesterday and you haven’t replied.’

‘Wait,what?’ My heart thundered against my chest as I raced back to the living room and jumped on my bubble-gum-pink sofa. ‘Do you think I gottheemail?’

If Jasmine said there was a message, that could mean there was news on my application to the Love Hotel.

‘She wouldn’t say. But there’s only one way to find out!’

‘Oh my God!’ I said, my fingers trembling with excitement as I logged into my email account.

Despite scrolling through my overflowing inbox twice, I still couldn’t see anything from the Love Hotel and my heart sank.

Then I checked my junk. Once I’d sifted through dozens of boring emails about car insurance and flash sales, I spotted a message that made my eyes pop.

‘No fucking way!’ I shouted. ‘It’s from the Love Hotel!’

‘Amazing!’ Stella squealed. ‘Come on then! What does it say?’

My pulse raced as I scanned the beginning of the message.

Congratulations!

You are cordially invited to join us at the Love Hotel in Italy.

We’ve found your Mr Right!

‘Shut the front door!’ I screamed. ‘I’m in! I’m going to the Italian Love Hotel!’

‘Congrats, bestie! I’m so happy for you!’

‘I can’t bloody believe it!’

A couple of hours ago, I was cursing the hotel for not getting back to me and was firmly sworn off dating.Now, I’d just got the green light to go there.

I’d heard of coincidences and was open to the idea of putting stuff out to the universe, but it never really worked that quickly, did it?

Then again, I’d been asking the powers that be to send my Mr Right for years, not hours. And now it looked like they’d finally delivered.

‘Well, you’d better believe it! Make sure you confirm and pay the rest of the money ASAP, okay? I’ll call you tomorrow to chat properly. Congrats again!’

‘Thanks, hon. Enjoy your dinner and say hi to Max.’

As I hung up, excitement fizzed in my stomach. Places at the hotel were like gold dust so this was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. This was something I’d dreamed about ever since Stella went and told me how amazing the Love Hotel was.

If only I’d seen the email sooner, I wouldn’t have wasted time going on that crappy date with Ronald.

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