Choosing Sarah

Chapter 1

Sarah Bennett was not the type of woman who woke up in strange hotel rooms. But that is what happened. Not only that, but she wasn't wearing any clothes and her head was pounding mercilessly. She groaned, rolling over onto her side. She must have had too much to drink the night before. How could she have let that happen? She never usually drank more than one cocktail. And what was that noise?

The shower was running in the bathroom. There was someone in there!

Panicking, Sarah sat up and felt nauseated. She spotted her clothes in a pile on the floor. Oh, what had she done?

Sarah struggled to put her clothes on while she could still hear the shower running. Suddenly, it stopped. Sarah's heart started to pound. She managed to put her blouse and skirt back on, but her panty hose were hopelessly tangled. She gave up on it. She was just bending down to grab her shoes when the bathroom door opened. Out walked the most gorgeous man Sarah had ever seen. All he wore was a towel around his waist. He had brown curly hair and a perfectly toned torso. He looked like a Greek god come to life.

"Good morning," he said cheerfully, smiling at her. His teeth were very white and perfectly straight. His eyes were green and mesmerizing. He seemed perfect, like the man of her dreams.

"Morning," she replied, her voice sounding croaky. She shuddered at the thought of what she must look like.

"Did you sleep well?" he asked, turning toward his suitcase to get some clothes.

"My head is killing me," she replied, putting her hand over her mouth.

The man tossed his towel on the bed next to where she was sitting.

Jumping in surprise, Sarah turned her head toward the wall so she wouldn't have to see him naked. She couldn't believe what was happening. The man had no modesty at all! She was so far out of her comfort zone that she didn't know what to do.

"You must have drank too much last night," the man said as he got dressed.

Drank too much? That was an understatement! All she could remember was meeting a client at the Shark Club. He had brought his daughter with him and she was the one who wanted to party after her father went home. Sarah must have had more than one drink because she didn't remember meeting any men, especially gorgeous ones like the one in the hotel room. But she never drank. She knew what it did to her.

"Did we meet at the club last night?" she asked.

"Yeah. Don't you remember?" he asked, surprised.

"No, I don't remember anything when I drink," she answered, starting to feel more panicky.

The man was now wearing khaki pants and a blue polo shirt. He stared at her with intense green eyes, aghast.

"Wow. I've never slept with anyone who's forgotten me before," he finally said, shaking his head. "That's a first."

This whole situation was a 'first' for Sarah. Her first experience with a man, her first one night stand. Oh no, this couldn't be happening.

Sarah muttered "Excuse me," before running to the bathroom so she could throw up. She retched into the toilet bowl, feeling more miserable than ever before. What had she done? Why couldn't she remember?

Sarah rinsed her mouth before she left the bathroom.

The man was packing his belongings. It looked like he was getting ready to leave.

"Are you okay?" he asked, zipping up his suitcase.

"I'm fine," she replied, sounding unsure of herself. Would she ever be fine again?