She could feel a sharp, irritated gaze from behind her, boring into her back.
"What, planning to kick me overboard for the sharks?" Grayson turned around unexpectedly, calling her exact thought out loud.
What IS this man. Can he actually read minds?
Isla straightened, defiant for half a second, then caught his dark, unreadable stare and shrank right back down, unable to hold eye contact.
Compared to him, I'm basically a toddler throwing a tantrum.
Seeing her back down, Grayson's mouth curved into a slow, satisfied smile.
The yacht docked.
Isla stepped onto the pier looking wobbly and thoroughly drained.
Staff lined the dock, waving cheerfully.
Isla kept her expression perfectly composed.
She clutched her handbag against her chest right now, that seven-figure bag was the only thin
