The sexy blonde woman comes to the party alone, and Marc watches as she works the room. He has never seen her before, but he knows he has to have her before the night is over. People seem to be drawn to her, both men and women, and Marc’s desire for her grows stronger as the night progresses. When his jealousy of her admirers begins to build, Marc escapes to the men’s room to gather his thoughts. Is he mistaken about the woman? Perhaps a man is not what she desires. When he gathers the strength to join the party once again, the pretty little sex kitten is waiting for him.
“She’s a knockout, isn’t she? I asked around. Her name is Charlotte and they say she comes from somewhere up north, one of those northern European countries. I can’t remember which one.”
He raised his eyebrows as he spoke, and Marc was intrigued. He wanted to know more about this woman named Charlotte who was said to have come here from Europe. He looked her over, undressing her with his eyes, as she moved about the room. He noticed that not only were other men watching her, but women were looking at her as well. That intrigued Marc even more about the young woman.
“Join me in the cabin?” His eyes were pleading, and Charlotte could not resist. She smiled and put her hand over Marc’s. He opened the door, and the Icelandic beauty surprised him again when she leaned up and kissed him. Marc could feel his cheeks growing hot. He had not expected the kiss.
Charlotte whispered, “Yes, I will join you.”
Marc stumbled as he entered the cabin, still a little shaky from the spontaneity of this woman. Once inside, he pushed the door shut behind him.