Graham wakes me up from a s*x-induced slumber a few hours later, a blindfold over my eyes. He escorts me off the jet and into what I assume is a rental car before making his way to where we're going. My nerves are a chaotic mess right now and I feel like the butterflies in my stomach are going to erupt up and out of my throat.
"Will you please just tell me where we're going, Graham?" I ask frustrated.
"Almost there," is his response. I lean my head against the window and wait for the car ride to be over.
"Fine, but I want a pool. And a hot tub. I'm gonna skinny dip and you can't say s**t about it," I retort and he barks a laugh.
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"Oh, my God," I gasp at the beauty of the huge log beach house in front of me. "We get to stay here?!"
Graham laughs and tightens his arms around my
