"Wake up, Sara," Erin said. She shook her by the shoulder.

Sara rolled over. The bed on the plane was BEYOND wonderful. At first she worried she'd never be able to fall asleep. But as soon as her head hit the pillow, she was out.

Sara rubbed her face. "Did we land?" she asked, yawning.

"Yep," Erin said. She tossed something onto the bed.

"What's that?" Sara asked blinking. "Oh."

Erin had thrown her a large pair of sunglasses. "You'll want to wear those when you step off the plane. It's sunnier than you can possibly imagine out there."

"Thank goodness. I need sunlight," Sara said. She hopped off the bed. "Why'd Bentley even bother to book a hotel? This plane is so big, we could've slept here."

Erin made a face. "Please. As if he would do that." She reached into the closet beside the bed. "I mean, have you even looked around at this plane? This clothes hanger, alone, is made out of some kind of precious gold. This dude doesn't just have money to burn. He has it comin' out his ears." Erin pretended to pocket the hanger.

"I'll bet you that hanger is tagged with some kind of tracking device," Sara said. "There's so much technology on this plane, Bentley would know you took it."

Erin groaned loudly. She put the hanger back in the closet. "It's so unfair! That hanger could feed so many hungry children."

Sara threw a pillow at her.

Erin ducked, catching the pillow. "Whatever. Trevor did tell me Bentley has a whole bunch of charities that feed little kids and their families around the world. I guess Bentley can splurge now and then on himself."

"Right," Sara said. "Like buying golden hangers for the guest rooms on his private plane!"

"For sure," Erin said. "Still, that hanger would've looked so good in my own closet."

Sara laughed. "And what exactly would you hang on it?"

Erin narrowed her eyes. "My best lingerie, of course."

The girls giggled together as they headed out of the room.

The boys were waiting for them in the lounge.

"Took you girls long enough," Trevor said. "Sara Sweet, how was your nap?"

Sara pursed her lips. There was no way she could convince him to get rid of that nickname. "Since we're flying five hundred miles per hour, I'd say I fell fast asleep."

Bentley's lips twitched, but the other soccer boys burst out laughing.

"She made a joke!" Trevor said, clapping his hands.

The stewardess walked into the lounge. "Is there anything else you need, Mr. Prince?"

Bentley spun around. "We're fine, thank you. I'll see you and the captain on Sunday evening for the return flight."

"Of course. Enjoy your weekend, everyone. It's beautiful here," the stewardess said. She left the room.

"Shall we go?" Bentley asked.

"YES!" Erin yelled. She dashed ahead of him, all but running towards the front of the plane.

When Sara stepped outside, she immediately put on the sunglasses from Erin. Unfortunately, they were a tiny bit blurry. She wanted to take them off, but she didn't want to offend her friend.

It was SO blindingly bright, it looked almost magical outside.

Palm trees swayed in the warm tropical wind.

Birds glided through the aqua blue sky.

"This is still Earth, right? We didn't accidentally fly into Heaven?" Erin asked as Sara joined her on the ground outside the plane.

Sara giggled. "It's definitely paradise."

A male airport attendant was busily unloading their luggage off the plane. Two more attendants arrived to escort the group to a large black SUV with tinted windows.

"Your personal cars are already at the hotel," one of the attendants said.

Bentley nodded. "Thank you."

Chad pulled on a baseball hat. "You brought cars with you to Miami?"

Dan hit Chad on the side of his head. "Dude, that plane can hold an entire car dealership. Prince can bring anything he wants."

Bentley put on sophisticated-looking sunglasses. "I prefer my own cars," he said simply.

Sara had never seen those sunglasses on him before. They were super dark and sharply angled. They made him look like a secret service agent.

As the others headed over to the SUV, Bentley held back.

As Sara walked past Bentley, she noticed he was studying her sunglasses. His expression appeared concerned.

Without warning, he suddenly snatched the sunglasses off her face. He quickly replaced them with his own sunglasses.

Her vision immediately became more clear. Everything around her was in super sharp focus.

"Wear my sunglasses instead," he said quietly. He dropped her sunglasses onto the ground and stepped on them.

"What are you doing?" Sara screeched.

"These sunglasses are junk," he said. "The sun in Miami is intense. Your sunglasses should properly protect your eyes."

He pulled out an identical pair of secret service-style sunglasses and put them on.

"Well next time ask me first," Sara hissed. "Those sunglasses were Erin's."

Bentley shrugged. "Too bad. Besides, you would have continued to wear those lousy sunglasses anyway."

"That's MY decision," Sara said. "They looked cool."

Bentley ignored her and walked over to the SUV. He held open the door for her.

Sara stood fuming. How dare him! He didn't own her. He couldn't tell her what she could and couldn't do! If she wanted to burn her eyes out wearing crappy sunglasses, then she could!

Luckily, Erin didn't seem to notice Sara's new shades. Her friend was too busy trying to tell the driver what radio station to play for their drive to the hotel.

Sara climbed into the back of the SUV, keeping as far from the front as possible.

To her disbelief, the boy with the beautiful name followed her into the backseat and sat down right next to her.

"Why aren't you riding up front?" she hissed as she buckled her seatbelt.

"Because your sassy little attitude is seriously turning me on," he replied.

Sara inhaled her breath.

As the SUV sped along the street, she couldn't concentrate on the majestic ocean view outside the window. Seated alone with Bentley in the farthest backseat, her body was too aware of his intoxicating, sensual aura.

When the SUV rounded a corner, displaying another jaw-dropping view of the glistening ocean, Sara felt Bentley's fingers slide across the back of her head.

In one quick motion, he wrapped his hand over her mouth, pressing down hard to prevent her from crying out.

Flipping over one of her hands, he brought her palm up to his mouth and laid it flat against his face.

His lips started to move ever so slowly over her palm, kissing her sensitive skin tenderly. Nuzzling his nose against her fingers, she felt him spread his lips apart. He sank his teeth gently into her hand.

Sara closed her eyes. The sensation on her palm was beyond enjoyable.

He pressed his mouth down harder on her hand, silently sucking at the skin, nibbling it roughly with his teeth.

The electrifying touch of his mouth shot chills over her arms.

Parting each of her fingers, he ran his warm wet tongue up and down each finger.

Her breathing was rapid now, coming out in quiet panting gasps. She could only watch helplessly as Bentley all but devoured her hand with his scorching mouth.

His tongue rolled expertly over her flesh. He continued to press down hard on her palm, sucking and kissing a steamy trail over her skin.

He finally released her hand and removed his grip over her mouth.

Her heart continued to pound violently.

He gazed down at her, smiling.

She saw his eyes had turned a dark shade of charcoal black, glowing wickedly.

He moistened his lips with his tongue. "Just so you know, that doesn't count towards our bet." He gave her a dangerous smirk.