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I couldn’t even register the taste. What was I thinking? I was 22, not some lovesick teenager. How could I possibly think that fairy tales could come true? Think about what happened to you that night years ago. Think about what happened to your mom. Don’t be silly and think a happily-ever-after can happen to you.
    I sighed deeply as I buried my face in my hands. I felt dizzy and my head was pounding in pain. But that was nothing compared to dull ache that was spreading like molten lava from the center of my chest.
    Just as I was about to order another shot, a voice from behind me interrupted my thoughts.
    “Hi, excuse me?” said the deep, smooth voice. Something about that voice pulled me out of my misery.
    I turned around to see who it was, and I gasped. Everything around me froze and the world stopped spinning.
    I was looking straight into his warm, brown eyes.
    It was him .
    He gave me a dazzling smile, and my heart skipped a beat when those dimples appeared on his handsome face.
    “It’s you ,” I let out uncontrollably. I realized then that I stopped breathing the second I saw him.
    He gave a soft warm chuckle, and my despair quickly melted away as happiness radiated through my body.
    “Well, yes, I guess it is me. Have we met before?” he said, looking at me with curiosity.
    “Umm, no. You just look like someone I’ve met before,” I said, thankful that I was still able to speak. I could feel my face growing hot.
    “Hi, I’m Brandon Fisher,” he continued as he held out his hand.
    I stared at him silently as I held out my hand to meet his. The second our hands touched, a spark of electricity coursed between us. His hand was warm, rough, and protective, and I knew it was the same hand that had touched me every night in my dreams, and a need began to grow inside as my body responded to his touch.
    “Emma—Emma’s—Emma is my name—” I blurted out incoherently. I cleared my throat, “Um, I mean, hi, I’m Emma. Emma Anderson.” Whether it was the alcohol or his presence, I was in a fog and was unable to think straight.
    “Emma’s a pretty name. It’s very nice to meet you, Emma,” Brandon said, his voice was warm and sweet like caramel.
    “I’m the marketing consultant for the booze cruise company you and your friends had purchased your tickets from. I was informed that you unfortunately missed the cruise tonight, so I wanted to come and personally apologize for the situation we’ve put you in. If there’s anything I can do to make the rest of your night better, please let me know.”
    “Well, umm, that’s really nice of you,” I said, my eyes never leaving his. Wow, he is gorgeous. It took all my willpower and common sense to resist the urge to grab him towards me and kiss him.
    “I was just planning on having a few drinks, maybe walk down the beach, and wait until my friends get back from the cruise,” I continued.
    Brandon looked at his watch and frowned. “But the ship won’t be back until after 2 a.m., which is not for another seven hours.”
    “Oh, really?” That caught me by surprise and woke me out of my drunk trance. “Crap, I guess you’re right.”
    “Well, I’m done with work for the night. Would you like some company?” Brandon asked with a smile.
    “God, you’re gorgeous—” I blurted out. I immediately buried my eyes in my hands and cringed with embarrassment. “Oh God. I’m sorry ….” I said as I shook my head.
    He let out a warm chuckle, “No, don’t be. I’m actually flattered. Can I buy you a drink?”
    “Yes. Sure,” I said, still mortified and trying desperately to gain my composure. God, why did I drink so much champagne and tequila shots , I thought. I frantically tried to will myself to sober up as I felt the effects of the alcohol cloud my thoughts.
    “What would you like to drink?” he asked.
    “Sex on the Beach,” I blurted out, “—the drink,” I added after a slight delay, failing miserably at my attempt to clarify.
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