An invitation. A yacht. A contract worth $100,000.
Chloe Lexton was only supposed to flirt with a mysterious man across a San Diego marina, not call him at 3:34 a.m.
She definitely wasn't supposed to end up on his six-deck yacht.
Josh Andrews is powerful, precise, and wildly unreadable. A billionaire who doesn't waste time on small talk, he makes Chloe an offer that sounds like a fantasy and a trap all at once:
One month aboard his private yacht.
All expenses paid.
One hundred thousand dollars.
No physical requirements.
No expectations.
Just conversation. Presence. Chemistry.
But nothing about Josh feels simple.
He watches her. Studies her. Asks questions no one has ever asked before. Questions that peel back layers she didn't know she was hiding. And the longer she stays, the harder it becomes to remember why this was supposed to be temporary.
Because attraction is easy.
Control is intoxicating.
And the most dangerous part of the deal isn't the money.
It's the way he makes her want to stay.