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  Contents

  Title Page

  Foreplay

  From The Modern Girl’s Guide to Vacation Flings:

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 11

  Chapter 12

  Chapter 13

  Chapter 14

  Chapter 15

  Chapter 16

  Chapter 17

  Chapter 18

  Chapter 19

  Epilogue

  What Happens Next?

  The Inner Circle

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  Modern Girl's Guide to

  Vacation Flings

  by Gina Drayer

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  From The Modern Girl's Guide to Vacation Flings:

  There's something special about a short-lived affair. Especially one you have while on vacation. Instead of worrying about the future, a Modern Girl can focus on the moment. Whether you're globetrotting or just sticking close to home, a vacation fling is a great way to have some fun, soak in the scenery, and share some heat between-the-sheets.

  One day you can look back at your delightful, albeit fleeting, fling and say, "That was a great vacation."

  That being said, there are a few rules every smart Modern Girl should think about before starting a summer fling. The following book is filled with tips and tricks to help navigate your way to your destination: a great vacation fling.

  Chapter 1

  Modern Girl Tip #1: Make Your Move Fast—Remember, you're on vacation; your time is limited. Move quickly, make your mark, and be noticed.

  The phone rang for the third time since Beth arrived at the airport. She dug the noisy device out of her purse and glanced at the screen— not that she needed to look— and slid her finger to ignore, again.

  Her sister, Sophia, was in full out meltdown. They'd talked several times this week, but this was her fourth call since six this morning. Beth was going to have to explain why she'd missed her fitting.

  There was just a month left before Sophia's wedding and maybe if Beth were a better sister, she would be at Sophia's side to help. But the truth of the matter was, she could barely stomach the idea, let alone be a willing and happy participant. So for both their sakes, Beth was at the airport, waiting to board a plane to take her far, far away from the whole drama. Spending the next two weeks on board a cruise ship crossing the Atlantic, well away from cell reception, would be the best for everyone involved.

  The phone rang again. The clock over the gate blinked nine-thirty. It was almost time for the plane to start boarding, so she might as well put Sophia out of her misery.

  "Hey, sis," she said through a forced smile.

  "Beth! You've been avoiding my calls."

  So much for pleasantries. "You know I'm at the airport. My cruise leaves today."

  "You promised to get fitted for the bridesmaid dress before you left. I waited at the dress shop for an hour. There won't be time—"

  "If you had picked out a dress before June, this wouldn't have been an issue. You've known since December that I had this trip planned. Why did you wait until the last minute?"

  Beth bit her tongue. She really didn't want to fight with Sophia. That's why she was leaving until the wedding. Beth started over, a little softer this time.

  "I'm sorry I didn't make that appointment yesterday. I was packing and I didn't realize how late it had gotten. I'm bringing the dress with me. They have tailors in Spain, and I will get it fitted, I promise."

  "I hoped we could do our fittings together, just you and me. I even talked the bridal shop into opening early this morning so we could do it before you left."

  "What can I say? My flight time was changed." Or she called the airline last night to take the earlier flight. "Six months is more than enough leeway to accommodate my schedule. Call one of your other bridesmaids. You'll have more fun that way. I'll be back in time for the wedding."

  "Beth," she sighed over the phone, "this should be the happiest time of my life. But it's just not the same without you. I'm terrified that things will be different between us now."

  Beth looked at the clock again. There were just a few more minutes before boarding and this wasn't the time or place to have this conversation.

  "I know things are still awkward. It's not like Robert and I planned for this to happen," Sophia said into the silence. "I didn't think the wedding would be so hard for you. We'd been dating now for over a year. "

  "Really, Sophia? It's a little more than just awkward," Beth said with more bitterness than she intended. "He asked you to marry him less than six months after breaking up with me."

  She wouldn't have cared so much if it wasn't for the timing. Robert never jumped into things. They'd dated, or whatever it was they'd been doing, for over three years, and he'd always kept things casual. But a few months of being with Sophia and suddenly he wanted a wife and kids. Well, that was just fine. They were welcome to each other.

  "It's not as if we were strangers. Robert and I have been friends for years, and you were the one—"

  "I know." Beth pinched her nose, trying to relieve the tension building behind her eyes. "I'm happy for you. We'll work things out. I promise. But like I explained in December, this trip was planned well before you announced your engagement and the tickets are nonrefundable."

  Okay, so maybe she planned the trip after Sophia told her the date of the wedding.

  Her job usually gave her a few months off during the rainy season, and the transatlantic cruise to Spain was a knee jerk reaction. She'd never been on a cruise before and if that flyer from her travel agent hadn't come in the mail earlier that week who knew what she would have said. But in her defense, Beth had known what a three-ringed circus the whole wedding would turn into, and she wanted to stay out of the mess.

  This vacation before the wedding was purely defensive. If she wasn't around for the pre-wedding planning, she didn't need to get involved. She was completely over Robert and she didn't care who he married. Even if it was her little sister.

  She agreed to be a bridesmaid. Wasn't that enough? All she really needed to do was show up at the wedding and be there for the photos.

  The airline announcement filled the terminal. "We'll be boarding flight 498 to Orlando in just a few minutes. Please have your boarding passes ready. We have final seat assignments for our standby passengers. Bobby West, Beth Riley, and Matt Carver, please come to the ticket counter."

  Beth tried to keep the relief out of her voice after the announcement ended. "Sorry, I have to go. The plane is boarding. I promise to get the dress fitted in Spain. I'm sure Ana will know the best place to take it. I'll email her from the ship."

  She tossed the phone into her purse but not before turning it off. She didn't want to think about the wedding anymore. She had the next four weeks all to herself. She was going to put aside the telenovela her life had become and just relax.

  Drinking to excess, poolside naps, overeating, and several trips to the spa were all on her to-do list. And for the two weeks she'd be visiting family in Spain, her cousin Ana had all sorts of things planned. She could have flown back after the cruise, but it was better this way. Sophia wouldn't have to sulk around Beth like a
guilty child, and Beth wouldn't have to deal with her own unresolved feelings on the matter.

  Beth picked up her carry-on and made her way to the ticket counter. On her way, she scanned the passengers waiting for their section to be called, noting a few good looking guys in the mix.

  The last few months she'd thrown herself into her work, and Beth hadn't even considered dating. Maybe a hot Spanish fling needed to go on that to-do list, too.

  After boarding, Beth found her seat, but it wasn't until after the doors had closed that she realized the seat next to her was empty. She'd have both large, leather seats to spread out and relax. This trip was starting out perfect.

  For the next few hours, there'd be no calls and no drama. She wasn't even going to bother with the Dramamine.

  Unfortunately, she was a bit too optimistic on that point. A stress-free getaway wasn't in the cards today. After the plane had taxied onto the runway, the flight was delayed due to weather for almost an hour. And when they were finally in the air, Beth wished they'd just stayed on the ground.

  With her head between her knees, gripping an airsick bag, Beth mentally kicked herself for not driving to Florida, or even maybe taking a train, a bus, hitchhiking… Anything else but this.

  As the plane plunged another hundred feet, and the rain pounded the window beside her, the oddest thing ran through Beth's mind. While she fought back the nausea and prayed for death, all she could think was, thank God I have on my fancy vacation underwear.

  Honestly, if she were going to die, at least she'd indulged and purchased Agent Provocateur's new summer line. The thought made her laugh. She could see it now. Her mother would come to collect her body, and she'd approve of Beth's gorgeous underwear. It might be the only decision Beth had ever made that her mother would approve of.

  The lights in the cabin flickered, and Beth could feel the nausea returning. The plane dipped again before making a steep climb, and the captain's voice filled the cabin. "Sorry about the turbulence folks. It looks like we'll be in this storm front for the next twenty minutes, so please remain seated. After we're clear of the front, it should be a smooth ride for the rest of the flight."

  Beth gripped the armrest so hard her fingers ached. Smooth ride her ass. A smooth ride would have been doing sixty down the freeway in her Mustang with the windows down and the radio blaring. Or even watching the trees fly by as she stared out the window of a train. Heck, she'd prefer a pack mule right now. It might have taken her three times as long, but at least there was less chance of falling out of the sky.

  Laura, one of the first-class flight attendants, leaned down, startling Beth out of her current panic. "Can I get you something to drink, Ms. Riley?"

  The older woman did an assessing glance down at her. Beth still held the armrest in white-knuckled terror with the airsick bag crushed in her lap, and the flight attendant smiled knowingly.

  "I can get you some ginger ale. Maybe a glass of wine or something a little stronger might help you relax? We'll be out of this rough patch before you know it. This time of year the Midwest can be brutal."

  "Just some water please," Beth said, but even the thought of that made her stomach turn.

  She didn't need a drink. What she needed was something to take her mind off the anxiety. If she had someone to talk to it would help. A quick glance around the cabin offered no solution, but there weren't many options. Most of the seats were filled with pairs: two couples deep in conversation, some business men chatting while checking their phones. There was only one other lone traveler.

  Beth wasn't a shy person. She would have hopped over to seat beside the other single, but he had headphones on, engrossed in a book; the universal signal for "leave me alone."

  So much for that idea. Beth closed her eyes and suppressed the urge to go screaming down the aisle, reenacting Shatner's scene from the Twilight Zone. Thank God the flight was almost over.

  Matt hated flying. Well, mostly he hated sitting next to strangers. Most of the time he tried to get an empty row, but the flight, even in first class, was almost full. However, after he boarded and saw the pretty blonde sitting in the seat next to his, Matt didn't think the flight would be too bad.

  Poppy was going to Florida for a conference. She was excited and filled their long delay with pleasant conversation.

  She came off as poised and charming, and Matt liked her right away. It turned out they had a lot of things in common. Poppy's grandmother died last year and left her with a sizable inheritance. She was planning on starting her own business with the money.

  Matt had similarly taken most of the money from his trust fund and invested it in a startup with two of his close friends. It was refreshing to meet a kindred soul. So many of the socialites he'd met just relied on their family's wealth, instead of working or doing something with their lives. It was nice to meet a woman who wanted to make her own way in the world.

  But first impressions weren't always what they seemed. A few minutes after the plane took off, Poppy started talking about her new "business" venture.

  "You see, microlending really took off overseas. I got this email a few months ago from a company looking for investors. The CEO, Andrew Bennet, thinks there's a market for microlending in the United States. With the size of my investment, I'll be able to open four micro-lending banks in Chicago," she had explained.

  Microlending in Africa had merit, and he was curious how they were planning on transferring that concept to the US. But after he asked a few more questions, Matt realized that Poppy was investing in a chain of Payday loan shops. His family had made their money in banking and Matt could smell a scam a mile away. He tried to point out the legal and ethical issues involved in the scheme, but she got defensive.

  "This isn't anything like Payday loans. The economy is bad right now. Poor people need a place to turn to for help. Actually, it's more like charity than a business."

  Matt almost laughed out loud when she said that. But she steadfastly continued on with the sales pitch she'd been fed. It wasn't long into her spiel before she got tripped up over the more complex banking ideas, like daily periodic interest and APR.

  Matt knew there wasn't anything he could say to persuade her, so he tried to exit the conversation tactfully. At first he tried to change the subject, but she was determined to talk about her business.

  "Mr. Bennet says if you don't talk about what you do, how will people know about this great business opportunity?"

  Fine, if that wouldn't work, he would just stop responding and let the conversation die. He even pulled out his phone and tried to look occupied, but she ignored his subtle hint. It was becoming obvious she liked the sound of her own voice.

  His mother had raised him to be polite, but this woman was testing his will. There was a point where Matt could have sworn she just started making nonsense words just to fill the silence, or he may have nodded off. Either way, he needed to escape.

  He unbuckled his seatbelt and stood, hoping a trip to the bathroom would stop the conversation. He might have spent the rest of the flight there just for the silence, but as he stepped into the aisle, the flight attendant rushed over.

  "I'm sorry Mr. Carver, but I need you to remain seated until the captain turns off the seatbelt sign."

  "I was just headed to the bathroom," Matt said.

  "Unless it's an emergency, I need to ask you to remain in your seat," she said firmly. "We should be through the weather in just a few more minutes."

  "You'd better listen to her. After Nine-Eleven, stewardesses are like the police on a plane. I read this story on the Internet about a man who argued with the stewardess. She tased him then duct taped him to the seat." Poppy gave the flight attendant a cautious glance and said in a loud whisper, "It's like the wild west up here."

  Matt couldn't resist the eye roll that time. "I'll be right back. I promise," he almost pleaded. Even a few seconds away would be reprieve from his annoying seat mate. But just as he was trying to step around the flight attendant, the plane
dipped and pulled back up. Matt had to grab the seat back to keep from crashing into her.

  "If you'll take your seat, sir," the woman said through a forced smile, "so I can get back to mine."

  "Excuse me." The woman sitting two rows behind him spoke up. "The storm is really bothering me and I was wondering if my friend, Matt, could come sit with me until we get through the weather."

  He had no idea who the woman was, but her pensive smile and huge doe eyes made her look small and frightened. Matt immediately sympathized with her. And besides that, stranger or no, he saw his chance to escape. Not waiting for the flight attendant's approval, Matt excused himself from Poppy and moved back two rows.

  "That's fine," the flight attendant called after him, "As long as you stay seated."

  Matt settled in the aisle seat beside the dark-haired woman. He'd noticed her at the terminal, talking on the phone. She was tall and slender, but filled out the clingy sundress quite well. Her olive skin and dark hair made her look exotic, at least to him. Matt was so used to pale blondes and waif-like brunettes back home. This woman was a nice change.

  She caught him staring and smiled. "I promise, I'm not going to bite."

  "I'm sorry. Do I know you?"

  "Nope," she said without further explanation.

  "Then how did you know my name?"

  "I was standing behind you when they called first class boarding. Besides, that Poppy girl repeated it twenty times." She shrugged as if it should have been obvious. "When you stood up, I thought you might want to change seats. You looked desperate to get away. After the last hour of listening to your seat mate's incessant chatter, even I was hoping the plane would crash. You should have seen the look on your face when the flight attendant told you to sit down. I honestly thought you were going push her down and to make a break for the bathroom. Then she would have been forced to tase you."

  She laughed, but he noticed the humor didn't reach her eyes. The plane did another couple of dips, and she reached out and grabbed the arm rest until her knuckles were white.