I hold the passenger door open for her, watching as she slides in with grace, even though I can sense how nervous she is. Her scent fills the enclosed space of the car as I lean in to help her with the seatbelt. She gasps lightly when my thumb accidentally brushes her nipple through her maid uniform, and my balls tighten at the contact.
I suddenly envision her with her legs open, moaning my name while touching herself, and then I walk over, putting my cock deep in her mouth to silence her screams.
Fuck.
Three
ANYA
The car purrs softly as Ryker drives us away from the hotel, the leather seat cool against my thighs where my uniform has ridden up. His presence fills the vehicle, suffocating and intoxicating all at once, and I press myself against the passenger door, trying to create as much distance between us as possible.
Every few seconds, his eyes flick over to me, dark and hungry, making my stomach flip.
There’s something very different about him.
I don’t know what it is, but I know he’s not an ordinary man.Butwhat the hell am I doing?I’ve just willingly gotten into a car with a man I met ten minutes ago, claiming to be the boss of this resort. A man who’s now taking me to his private home after practically forcing me to work for him, or I get booted off the island. This is exactly the kind of scenario John warned me about.
John. Shit. I should text him.
My fingers twitch toward my pocket where my phone sits, but I hesitate. If Ryker is some kind of kidnapper, the last thing I want is for him to take my phone away. Better to wait until I’m alone to message John.
The silencestretches between us.
I shift in my seat, the fabric of my uniform making an embarrassingly loud sound against the expensive leather. Ryker’s jaw tightens at the noise, and I freeze, afraid I’ve somehow offended him.
“How long have you been working at Wolf Isle?” His deep voice startles me, rumbling through the car’s interior.
I swallow hard before answering. “This is actually my second day.”
“Second day?” His eyebrow arches, and he glances at me again, his gaze lingering longer than necessary on my face, then trailing down to where my uniform strains across my chest. “I assume you like it here?”
“I... yes. I guess so,” I say as heat floods my cheeks. The way he’s looking at me is… no one’s ever looked at me like that. Which is probably why I’m still a virgin. “Why do you feel like I’m a good fit to work for you?”
“You don’t sound thrilled,” he says with a chuckle, but there’s an edge to his words like he’s taking my opinion seriously.
“I’m just surprised,” I say carefully, not wanting to seem ungrateful but also not wanting to pretend this situation is normal. “Everything’s happening very fast.”
He makes a sound that’s almost a laugh, but it lacks humor. “I don’t waste time when I see something I want.”
What the fuck?I know he didn’t mean it in an innocent way. I take a few deep breaths to calm my racing heart. Maybe he didn’t mean anything by it, and I’m just reading into everything a little too much.
To distract myself, I turn my attention to the view outside the window.
We’re driving along a coastal road, the ocean a stunning azure that stretches to the horizon. The hotel rises behind us, an elegant white structure that looks even more impressive from a distance, with its many balconies and terraces catchingthe sunlight. Along the shoreline, charming straw-roofed huts dot the pristine beach, some with hammocks swaying gently between palm trees. Guests lounge on plush chairs or stroll along the water’s edge, looking like they’ve stepped straight out of a luxury travel magazine.
“This island is beautiful,” I breathe, momentarily forgetting my anxiety as I take in the paradise surrounding us.
“I’m glad you like it,” he says, a note of pride in his voice.
“It’s... perfect.” I press my fingertips against the window, drinking in every detail. “Those beach huts…are those for guests too?”
“The overwater bungalows? Yes. They’re our most exclusive accommodations.”
I try to imagine what it would be like to stay in one of those bungalows, falling asleep to the sound of waves lapping beneath me, waking up to a vast expanse of blue. It seems like a different universe from John’s cramped apartment with its persistent smell of mildew and the neighbor’s cooking.
“Have you had a chance to explore much of the island yet?” Ryker asks, his tone softer now.
I shake my head. “No, they kept me pretty busy with training yesterday, and today I was just starting my shift when... well, when you found me.”
