CHAPTER 32
WE’D BEEN ON Lorelei Cay for four days when Nate emailed me. Four glorious days of sea, sun, sand, and s*x. Not the last two together, I hasten to add. They didn’t mix well. Black hadn’t managed to leave his control freakish ways behind entirely, but the punishments for ignoring all his orders had suddenly got a lot more entertaining.
Anyhow, after Nate got over his initial snit at us taking off, he promised not to disturb us unless it couldn’t be helped. So when the message popped up, I saw the attachment and groaned. What was more important than the four S’s?
Black put his book down and glanced over at me. I’d like to say he was relaxing with some trashy novel, but he never did that. No, he was reading a well-thumbed copy of Sun Tzu’s The Art of War. He liked to refresh his
