by WackyMinx

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trouvaille

/ˈtruːvʌɪ/

noun

Something lovely discovered by chance, a lucky find.

Could a vacation trap help bring these clueless, love-deprived people come together and shatter the wall of wounds they inflicted on each other?

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"Your father and my aunt set us up for this."

He cocked his eyebrows at her and put the champagne bottle and glass down on the floor. He returned to face her with a smirk. "Good. I'll have something to play with."

"Excuse me?! Something to play with? Want me to cut your balls out?"

"Ouch...sexual harassment," he winced dramatically to mock her. "At least I don't go as low."

She let out an indignant huff. "The hell, you liar! You were the first to comment so off-handedly about my body!"

"That's a compliment, you know."

"Don't act as if you've never heard of sexual harassment laws." She rolled her eyes at him. "And that, you pig, is sexual harassment."

"Yeah I know. Only girls would take that as a compliment. I forgot that you're a mule." He laughed heartily.

"Freakish pig! Get out of the bed!" She glared at him.

"Uh, no thank you. I like this bed. If you want to sleep in this room, sleep on the couch. If you don't want to, then just get another room. I'm sure you can pay for it Ms. CEO."

"You know, if I could, I'd throw you out and lock you there."

"And of course, you can't. And I suppose you have another reason other than the fact that you will always be weaker than me."

"You're a misogynist, you know that?" She glared at him.

He grinned at her. "Yeah, only to you. But that is inaccurate since I haven't, as you say, f'd you yet. I wonder what your aunt would say to such crass language. I wonder if I would mind if I did. Want to try it out?"

"Go to hell."

"As long as you're not there."

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