Holly’s pale skin was burning as she wandered up the road. She was exhausted after a night of listening to Kay’s fake moans as she rode a poor man’s Tom Cruise.
Some people would do anything to win a competition.
That was the Who Can Shag The Most Boys competition whilst they holidayed in Greece. Whoever won got their last night paid for. Holly was in last place with zero guys because she refused to sleep with any of the coked up, sweaty Bieber wannabes that roamed the strip.
A car that looked like a taxi squeaked to a standstill ahead of her. A tanned man popped his head out of the window and waved at her.
“Need a ride?”
Holly was ginger and she’d be as pink as candy floss if she didn’t get shade soon. She stopped by his window and he smiled at her with white teeth. He must have been in his late thirties but he was in-shape for a driver.
“Can you take me to the town?”
“Of course!” he said with enthusiasm, gesturing to the passenger door.