Victoria’s POV
I watched him talk on the satellite phone. His deep voice was the only sound in the quiet room. The phone's blue light cast shadows that danced on the stone walls, and the air felt tense.
His long hair fell over his face, hiding the look in his eyes. He was bare-chested, looking wild and tense, every muscle tight. I felt a cool draft on my skin, mixed with the smell of rain from the open window. My heart pounded as I wondered what he was feeling.
Then I turned to see so many packages. I questioned him with my eyes. He smiled.
My heart skipped another beat. I wanted to kiss him.
I turned to open a box, and he came behind me, kissing my neck.
I let the towel fall to my feet as his hand touched me gently.
"Just do what I asked, you’re on the right track." He hung up and
