What do you do when you wake up in a hotel room beside a tattooed man with a face which makes Tom Hardy appear to be the bottom of the shoe?

You combat through your tequila-induced haze, trip over his designer fit crumpled on the floor, and run. After all, you’re 1,500 miles from home. It’s not like you’ll ever discover him once again. Unless you’re me.

Six months later, I somehow find myself in the middle of a bet with Mr. High, Dark, and Tattooed that includes me owing him four times. A small number of dates with an arrogantly captivating man whom I know little about, what could possibly go wrong?

I’ll let you know what’s going wrong, my falling asleep in his arms on time three and recognizing I’m deeply in love with a guy who doesn’t even understand my true name.

Once upon a time, while travelling in Cancun, We let loose-I think. Limbo dance and sunburns plus some pretty foggy memories. However the a very important factor about Mexico I’ll remember is the man with the durable jawline, designer suits, and tattoos.