Nicolette's Yacht Encounter

Nicolette had never been one for yacht parties. She found the atmosphere suffocating, the crowd insufferable, and the debauchery far too extreme for her liking. But as a freelance writer, she was always on the lookout for interesting stories, and when her editor assigned her to cover a high-end yacht party on the Turkish coast, she reluctantly agreed.

As soon as she arrived, Nicolette felt out of place. The other guests were beautiful, wealthy, and carefree, while she was dressed in her usual casual attire and nursing a glass of champagne. As she was about to leave, a tall, dark-haired man approached her.

"Hey," he said, his deep voice sending shivers down Nicolette's spine. "I'm Raul. You look like you could use a drink."

Nicolette shrugged and followed him to the bar, where he ordered her a whiskey and soda. They chatted for a while, and Raul seemed surprisingly interested in her opinions on the latest political affairs. Nicolette found herself relaxing in his company and downed her drink in one gulp.

"That's impressive," Raul said, raising an eyebrow. "What's your name again?"

"Nicolette," she replied, feeling a sudden warmth in her face.

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