Until recently good girl Sarah Horton has had a tough run. Her fiancé cheated on her with two different women, so she turned to his brother for comfort only for him to reject her, because the last time he slept with his other brother’s girl things didn’t end well. Fortunately, Sarah caught a lucky break when she fell into bed with hitman, blood-diamond smuggling, hostage-taking, sex god Xander Kiriakis, thus launching a crack ship between a princess and a scoundrel.

Days of our Lives knows how to do soapy romance better than all others. For example, Rex, the now ex-fiancé, walks into Sarah’s room uninvited and finds it empty, the floor strewn with condoms. Soon after, he catches Sarah clutching his brother Eric and assumes the worst. Eric, meanwhile, has no intention of sleeping with Sarah because he previously walked into Sarah’s room uninvited to find her in bed with his nemesis, Xander. For his part, Xander had carried Sarah off to bed the night before, when he was supposed to be having sex with Leo, who he instead, drugged to avoid said sex.

Sarah finds herself on the receiving end of a judgmental lecture from Eric, an ex-priest who still hasn’t learned that he has no right to tell a woman what or who she can do with her body. Sarah announces to him that she “enjoyed every minute” of her tryst with Xander [who wouldn’t?] only to run after Eric the next day and repent. Big mistake. Sarah needs to take a critical look at her romantic possibilities.

Option One: The ex-fiancé who had sex with her sister AND got his former girlfriend pregnant; currently behaves like a Lifetime stalker.

Option Two: A “sanctimonious ass;” will drop Sarah like last season’s GabiChic the moment Nicole rises from the grave.

Option Three: A sexy Kiriakis with a colorful past, a dreamy Scottish accent, and a chest men and women would pay good money to lick whipped cream off of.

There is no contest between these three individuals – Xander is the clear winner.

In addition to his obvious visual appeal, Xander plays a top notch seduction game. He encounters Sarah on the Kiriakis couch drinking away the sting of Eric’s rejection. He chides, “Don’t be greedy princess,” she snaps, “Get your own sleezeball,” and I hear, “I’d just as soon kiss a Wookie.” She goes on to share her sad tale and Xander says everything she longs to hear, “You’re perfect, beautiful, smart, a doctor” and all “snap, crackle and pop.” The man also knows the value of a condom, a rarity in Salem, the “Oops I’m pregnant!” capitol of the Midwest.

Sarah’s fling with Xander is not over, based upon her most recent flirtation with him, when she awoke to find that he, too, had walked into her room uninvited [seriously, invest in a lock], and climbed into bed with her. Paul Telfer (Xander) and Linsey Godfrey (Sarah) share wicked chemistry and Xander is a perfect candidate for a “saved by the love of a good woman” story. If Ron Carlivati is the soap scribe I think he is, it won’t be long before Eric shoots Xander and Dr. Sarah nurses his sexy wounds. Then, like mother, like daughter, Princess Sarah will fall for a devilish Kiriakis, because he’s a scoundrel.