Eloise dragged herself out of the room barefooted after washing her face, her hair tousled like she just rolled out of the bed. She scratches the back of her neck and yawns, her throat feeling dry so she headed to the kitchen.

Her mind remembered how embarrassing the previous night was and how she'd run straight to the room and pulled the duvet over her body.

‘ How could he say that? He's such a perv,’ she'd said in her mind with her face all red. She knows a gentleman could have ...