What the hell was she doing? Here she was at Mason’s new resort in the Caribbean, having just spent what was possibly the most incredible night of her life…with a guy who drove her absolutely crazy. Worst of all, her plan had been an utter, complete, down-and-out failure. Mason was not out of her system, he was not even the slightest bit of a bore in bed, and she needed to adjust her whole outlook on him as a man. Sure, he was still a world-class jerk, but he was a world-class jerk with bedroom moves to die for. All her fantasies starring Mason had been dead-on accurate—had possibly even fallen short of how amazing he actually was in bed—and she had no idea what to do about him. One thing was sure though, if she left the island now, she’d never be free of the fantasies. More likely, they’d only get worse, fueled on by the memories of their only night together. Oh yeah, she had it bad for Mason, and instead of leaving on the next plane off the island as she’d planned, she feared what she really needed to do was to stick around long enough to find the cure for him.
