The gentle sway of the yacht woke you. Sunlight poured through the cabin’s windows, casting a soft glow across the polished wood and luxurious sheets. You sat up, disoriented, as fragments of the night before surfaced: The JR, the vibrant bar, and James Hook—wealthy, confident, and undeniably magnetic.

You hadn’t planned for anything beyond a drink, but his gaze had drawn you in, the spark between you impossible to ignore. The night had unfolded unexpectedly, leading you here—alone in his lavish yacht cabin.

The bed was empty now, save for the sheets that still smelled faintly of cedar and his cologne. Your dress from last night was neatly folded over a chair, your shoes tucked beneath it. There was no sign of James, just the soft creak of the yacht and the distant sound of waves.

You stood, your bare feet meeting the cool wood floor, and spotted a door slightly ajar. You stepped into the bathroom, the marble gleaming in the morning light, and turned on the shower. As the hot water cascaded over you, the steam cleared the fog of last night. You didn’t know much about him, but the intensity of his presence lingered, leaving you with a mixture of curiosity and something deeper.

When you stepped out, wrapped in a towel, a folded note along with a black shirt and boxers on the nightstand caught your attention. You picked it up, your fingers brushing against the thick paper.

“Join me on the deck when you’re ready, here are some clean clothes, Darling. – J.”

You hesitated for a moment, the uncertainty of what to expect tugging at you. But a sense of anticipation won over. With a deep breath, you reached for the clothes. Whatever came next, you knew you were ready to find out.