After yesterday's drama I knew what to do. But before I could set my life on its new track, I have some business to take care of.

I was supposed to meet a client before I head out of town, that was on the cafe where the explosion happened. I have been working on this project for months and my breakup with my ex should not be a hindrance for my business. Good thing that the client I was meeting was usually late then eventually cancelled after he heard of the disaster on the cafe where we were supposed to meet up, or else I would have more than I can take on my now full plate of problems.

My flight to the Philippines was supposed to be in an hour but I am still here at my Penthouse waiting for this certain someone to wake up. I already called my doctor friend to check on her. He said she would be fine and was just slightly shaken up.

I am intrigued by her. She looks so fragile and serene while she sleeps. I have been looking at her for the past 30 minutes and I think I have memorized her features.

She is pretty. Well, pretty is an understatement. I think she looks captivatingly beautiful. Her heart shaped face, her well defined brows and nose, her impossibly long and curled lashes, her soft looking skin and her lips. God, those lips! I wonder how that would taste.

"Damnation! What am I thinking, I may be losing my mind. I just broke up with my cheating girlfriend and here I am lusting over this unconscious person" I was silently scolding myself when she opened her eyes.

Her honey brown eyes that made my heart jump. She looked at me, blinked several times as if in awe. Then replaced with fear as she probably realized that I am a stranger. She looked around the room before staring back at me.

I may look like an idiot as I think I have been so openly staring at her. I had to mask my emotions as she is causing turmoil on my brain. I was confident I did not hit my head. Now Im not so sure.

"Where am I? What happened? Who are you?" she asked.

"At my penthouse. You were thrown into me at the cafe. I am Lance Montgomery. What's your name?" I was still looking at her eyes, but then she looked away.

"Thank you for saving me. I am. . . "

Suddenly she was silent. Oh God, please don't tell me she forgot who she is! I have so much to worry about.

I feel strange. I feel someone is staring at me and I have to open my eyes. I heard a voice whispering something. That voice. I opened my eyes and I think I was suddenly out of breath.

He is the most handsome man I have ever seen. Well, it probably is the first description I can think of as I am very disoriented. I feel like having an adrenaline rush.

I realized I have been so engrossed with his gorgeous features that I momentarily forget where I am and what happened.

"Where am I? What happened? Who are you?"

"At my penthouse. You were thrown into me at the cafe. I am Lance Montgomery. What's your name?" He replied.

Oh God, why does that voice have to sound so sexy? I had to look away from our eye contact or else I will be turned into a puddle.

"Thank you for saving me. I am. . . " I was about to tell him my name when an idea popped into my now semi functioning mind.

"I am Cassie Nueva."

He looked relieved when I answered. I wonder why is that? As I looked around the room, I knew I have the solution to my problems. I just have to put the ball into motion.

"Sorry to intrude on your privacy and to be a burden but. . . I have to ask you a huge favor." I nervously continued.

"And what would that huge favor be?" He asked in that deep voice of his and I almost run out of the room from my nervousness and fear of rejection.

"I am wondering if. . .probably I could stay here for a while. Ahm, I will work for my stay. I can do your house chores. Wash the laundry. Cook your meals. . .Clean. . ." I was blabbering on when he raised his hands to stop me from talking.

"I have a housekeeper and I don't have a lawn. This is a Penthouse. And, why do you suppose would I do that?"

"Well, because . . . "

Well, that is a good question. I am out of words. My university degree and numerous academic awards cannot help my brain function now.

"I am. . ." Crap!

I see him eyeing at me with a dark haze in his eyes. I just had to look away or else I may be trapped by his alluring gaze.

"I have a proposal." And I had to look back at him and his intense gaze.

"What?"

"Accompany me on my vacation, pretend to be my. . .girlfriend and we will see from then."

I almost choked on my saliva when I heard his proposal.

Think Cassie! This is your chance to escape. You have limited funds, you are out of options. You need to get away. Soon they will trace you and you cannot let that happen.

"I don't have all day Cassie."

His voice got me out of my reverie and I had no choice but to answer.

"Ye. . . eherm. . .Yes."

I took the risk. Looking at his victorious grin or was it a smirk? I have never felt so excited and scared at the same time.