Amy woke up sore, as if her body had collapsed. She tried to think back to last night, only remembering that she'd had a lot to drink and then she'd been brought here by a man. She had no idea who the man was or why she was here. The bathroom door was opened and the tall, straight man stepped out. He had only a towel around his waist, his upper body was firm and lean, his eight-pack abs were clearly visible, hiding a mermaid line. His short hair was wet and dripping, making him look even more sexy and charming. Amy stared blankly at the man, completely forgetting to look back. Her eyes were drawn to the man's body and she couldn't help but feel a surge of heat in her heart. She felt like she had never seen such a perfect body before and it shocked her. The man walked over to the bed, picked up a cigarette, lit it, and took a deep drag. He narrowed his eyes and looked at Amy through the smoke, the corners of his mouth lifting slightly in a mocking smile. "What are you looking at? Want to play again?" The man's voice was cold and desperate, making Amy feel helpless.