Stepping onto the yacht, Isla was immediately stunned by the sheer luxury of the place.
She looked exactly like someone from a small town wandering into a five-star hotel for the first time wide-eyed, delighted, completely unguarded.
"Here." Grayson stood inside the elevator, watching her wander past the doors like a kid discovering Disneyland. He composed his usual cold expression and repeated himself, faintly exasperated.
Isla glanced left, then right, saw absolutely nobody.
Where is he even talking to?
Grayson: "..."
"Take three steps back. Into the elevator." He stood there, the spacious cabin somehow still not big enough to contain his sheer presence.
"Elevator?" Isla stepped back and, sure enough, spotted him deadpan expression and all standing inside.
"There's an ELEVATOR? O
