“Honestly? I wasn’t sure.” I had walked into this weekend thinking I knew exactly what I was getting into. Just sex. I had no idea. I picked up my fork, taking another bite, chewing slowly as I collected myself. “So, what’s the plan then?”

His smirk lingered as he reached for his coffee, taking a slow sip before answering. “We’re spending the day on my yacht.”

I nearly choked on my food. “Your what now?”

“My yacht,” he repeated smoothly, setting his cup down. “The water’s perfect today. We’ll take it out and go for a swim.”

I stared at him, still processing that sentence like he hadn’t just casually mentioned owning a fucking yacht. I mean, it was obvious he was rich but yacht wealthy? Jesus. I cleared my throat, setting my fork down. “Okay. And then?”

Legend arched a brow like he was amused by my attempt to be composed. “Then we’ll talk more about your business.”

That threw me off. I tilted my head. “You… still want to talk about that?”

“C’mon. You think I offered to fund your company just to get you in my bed, Honey?”

I hesitated. Because, well… yeah. That’s exactly what I thought. I bit my lip, thoughtful. “So… you’re actually interested in my brand?”

Legend exhaled through his nose, shaking his head with a smirk. “You really don’t get it, do you?”

“Get what?”

His expression softened just slightly like he was seeing something in me that I wasn’t seeing myself. “You don’t belong in those rooms begging for money,” he said, his voice smooth but firm, like an undeniable truth. “You’re tryna build something real, something that people need. You just needed the right person to back you.”

My stomach flipped. Because I had spent so much time fighting to be taken seriously, so much time convincing people that I belonged in this industry—that hearing him say it so casually like it was a fact, not a question… It did something to me.

I picked up my coffee, sipping slowly, trying to ground myself. “So, let me get this straight. We spend the day on your yacht, we talk business, then what?”

Legend’s slow, wicked grin made my thighs clench on instinct. “Then we come back here,” he murmured, stepping forward just enough for his fingers to brush my bare knee under the sheet. I sucked in a sharp breath, heat crawling up my skin. “And after dinner,” he continued, his fingers trailing up my thigh, teasing, not quite touching where I needed him to, “I’ll spend the rest of the night exploring your body again.”

My breath stuttered. I couldn’t move. I couldn’t think. Legend’s eyes flicked up, watching my reaction, pleased with how easily he had me unraveling again. “Sound good to you?” he questioned, his voice pure sex.

I swallowed hard, my lips parting slightly. “Yeah,” I whispered. “Sounds good to me.”