My stomach flipped at the thought, and I hated that my body was already warming at the idea before my brain could stop it. To be fair, I hadn’t had sex in a while. I was too busy working and trying to get my business together. Relationships or even a booty call had taken a back seat.

I sighed and stepped under the hot spray, letting it wash away my doubts. I tried to be practical about this like I was making a smart business decision, but let’s be real—this was lust, temptation, and recklessness wrapped in an expensive dick. Still, he had said no turning back.

I reached for my body wash, pouring the vanilla and coconut scented liquid into my palm and running it over my skin. I could already picture the way his voice would sound against my neck, how he would pull my thighs apart without hesitation, how he would…

I groaned and cut off the thought before it went any further. I rinsed off quickly, stepping out into the cool air and reaching for my towel, dabbing my skin dry instead of rubbing—because Tyrae was right. If I was doing this, I was doing it moisturized, hydrated, and looking like sex.

I took my time smoothing vanilla cashmere-scented body butter over every inch of me, lingering on my thighs, as if preparing myself for whatever the hell was about to happen.

Then came the dress—short, silky, a deep bronze color that clung to my curves and made my skin glow like I had been dipped in gold. Gold heels that could slip off easily. I took one last look at myself in the mirror and let out a slow breath.

“Okay, bitch. This is it.” I grabbed my suitcase and walked out before I could change my mind. The resort lobby was quiet at this late hour with only a few late-night guests milling around. I walked up to the concierge desk, tapping my fingers against the polished wood. “Is the shuttle still running?”

The attendant glanced up, offering a polite but slightly curious look. “Yes, ma’am. Where to?” I hesitated for half a second, then pulled the card from my clutch and read the address printed beneath his name. The attendant typed something into the system and then nodded. “We can have a car take you now. Follow me.”

A car? I shrugged slightly and trailed behind him. I slid into the backseat of a black SUV, my legs crossed tightly, my mind racing a mile a minute.

What the hell am I walking into?

Is he into some kinky shit?

What if this is some secret sex dungeon setup?

I had no idea what Legend’s tastes were. Maybe he liked to tie women up and leave them hanging from the damn ceiling. Maybe he was into some Fifty Shades-level bondage shit. My pulse skipped at the thought. I had spent my whole life being in control, climbing my way up, fighting for every inch of my success. And yet, the idea of giving it up—if only for a couple of days—had my stomach tightening in anticipation. I swallowed hard, pressing my thighs together.