The salty breeze whipped through my hair as I stepped onto the yacht docked at the marina. The deck already hummed with warmth from bodies in all white outfits.
I’d known Silver long enough to understand that “naked” wasn’t just a dress code. That was the entire point. It made his parties more thrilling.
I adjusted my slinky white dress, one that hugged my curves just right, and scanned the crowd milling about on deck.
Artists, models, businessmen, art collectors, and a few trust fund babies; everyone looked like they belonged in a glossy magazine spread. A picture of class. I had just stepped into the world of elites.
As I looked around the yacht, Silver’s voice cut through the chatter and our eyes met at the same moment. He muttered a few words and emerged from a group of laughing
