The luxury cruise ship Siren made a loud noise through the Atlantic. Elena stood at the bar on the upper observation deck. At thirty-two, she’d come on this solo trip to escape the dull grind of her corporate life.
Tonight, she wore a slinky black dress that clung to her curves like a second skin, the hem riding high on her thighs, the neckline plunging just enough to invite trouble.
She didn’t expect trouble to arrive in the form of him. He slid onto the stool beside her, all broad shoulders and skin from days at sea. Tall, maybe six-foot-three, with dark hair. His white shirt was unbuttoned at the collar, revealing his chest, and his smile was pure sin.
“First time on a cruise?” he asked, voice low.
Elena glanced over, her pulse already quickening. “That obvious?”
“Not at all,” he m
