He’s in his office, lights low, one hand around a glass of bourbon, the other lazily flipping through emails he doesn’t care about. Tie undone. Shirt sleeves rolled up. Completely relaxed. That lasts about ten more seconds. Because I walk in. No knock. No warning. Just lingerie—black, barely-there. One strap falling off my shoulder. Skin glowing. Confidence dripping from every step. I cross the room like it’s mine, becaus...

The sun was sinking behind the horizon, painting the sky in streaks of orange and pink. I wandered down the path I’d found earlier, barefoot, letting the sand cool under my feet. The island was quiet at this hour, most people retreating to the beachfront bars or their rented bungalows. But I wasn’t ready to go back yet. Not to the noise or the company of strangers swapping vacation stories. I wanted the stillness, the kin...