I opened the balcony doors to my suite and stepped into the morning light. The sun had just broken through the clouds, casting a golden glow across the endless stretch of blue below. The sea shimmered like liquid glass, soft waves brushing the distant shore.
The air smelled like salt and hibiscus. The kind of air that told you to slow down, take your time, forget the rest of the world.
But forgetting wasn’t so easy when your brain kept replaying last night in crisp, high-definition detail.
Liam’s hands. His mouth. The way he looked at me after. The way he didn’t say a word about it this morning.
I pressed my hands to the railing and exhaled. I should’ve known better. Should’ve set boundaries. Should’ve reminded myself that he was technically my boss, and whatever this thing brewing bet
