The yacht’s engines hummed softly as the Maldivian sunset painted the sky in hues of gold and crimson, the waves lapping gently against the hull. Riya lay sprawled across the plush cabin bed, her body still tingling from the relentless pleasure of the past week. Vikram’s words echoed in her mind—We have all week. And I have a feeling you’re going to need every second of it.—but the yacht was already turning back toward the mainland, the week over before she’d even realized it.