Saturday. Luxe Ibiza Hostel, Cala Gració, Ibiza.
THIS WOMAN WOULD BE the death of him.
Orion's head swam. He still didn't feel quite human. And how the hell were they both on his desk chair?
Jennifer laid her cheek on the top of his head and wound her arms around his neck. Her chest was inches from his face. And that damn bra still hadn't moved. Was it glued there? What magic had kept it up this long?
He slid his hand up and down her back. "I don't know about you, but I'd like to lie down after that."
She sighed. "That actually sounds nice."
Of that, he had no doubt.
Jennifer had gone on high alert ever since that Bain guy made it clear he wanted something from Milan. And Jennifer hadn't stopped being on high alert yet. Even now, if a threat presented itself, he was fairly certain s
