“Sasha, come on!” I took one last look in the mirror. It would have to do. My hair was a mess from the four-hour drive and I was pale as death, but that’s why we’d come to Lanzarote. A long weekend full of sun, beach and alcohol. And sex…maybe. Jana pulled my arm. “Everyone’s already by the pool, hurry!” I grabbed my towel and followed her out of the room. The heat hit me as soon as we stepped out. I loved it—it made a nice change from the grey dreariness of England. I was so ready for a break....