Meet Scarlett Striker, a bold and quirky journalist for the Seattle Times. She's fun, confident, sassy, and just the right amount of weird. Scarlett is determined to rise to the top, no matter what it takes.
When her boss offers a golden opportunity...
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I wake up to what sounds like birds chirping, but that must be me still half-dreaming. It takes a second to remember that I'm in Paris. Wow...I'm in Paris! This is amazing. I stretch slightly, feeling oddly comfortable. Then, something sharp digs into my back. I blink my eyes open and freeze. An arm is wrapped around me.
My heart starts racing. Oh my god, I completely forgot we agreed to share the same bed—definitely a bad idea. Panic begins to set in as I realize what's pressing into my back.
"Oh my god, oh my god!" I squeal, scrambling to sit up and distance myself from Chris. He stirs, opening his eyes slowly, squinting at the morning light as he rolls onto his back. That's when I notice the unmistakable tent in the sheets.
"What's going on?" he mumbles, still half-asleep.
"What's going on? You have an erection!" I blurt out, pointing at the offending bulge.
He glances down at himself and then smirks, clearly unfazed. "Oh, morning wood," he says nonchalantly, stretching his arms above his head as if this is the most normal thing in the world. He closes his eyes again, looking way too relaxed.
"Make it go down!" I hiss, my face burning with embarrassment.
Chris sits up, chuckling at my distress. "Relax, Elizabeth. It's just biology. It'll go away on its own," he says with a mischievous grin.
"Well, keep it away from me!" I snap, pulling the covers tighter around myself, trying not to laugh at the absurdity of the situation.
He laughs softly, shaking his head. "Don't worry, I'm not about to attack you with it," he teases, clearly enjoying how flustered I am.
"Still, maybe next time you can keep your 'biology' to yourself," I say, rolling my eyes, but unable to hide the small smile tugging at my lips.
"Sure thing," he says with a wink. "But you might want to get used to it. We are sharing a bed in Paris, after all."
"Great," I mutter sarcastically, but the playful banter between us lightens the mood, and I can't help but smile as I get out of bed to start the day.
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