Chapter Fifty Eight

Nala.

The flight to the island was short. The small plane touched down in a field of moss colored grass only ten minutes after takeoff. The island itself was less l mountainous than I had expected, with white sand beaches that bled into expansive fields and thick olive groves.

There was no car waiting for us when we disembarked from the plane.

Jordan had spent most of the half hour flight on his phone making arrangements for any work he needed to do to be finished remotely from the island.

I had spent the whole flight feeling shaky and…excited? No. Just shaky about the prospect of being almost alone with him in such a beautiful, isolated, romantic place.

“You were joking about the honeymoon thing, right?” I asked nervously, surveying the vast expanse of green around us.

He turned to face me, the expression in his dark eyes so hot it burned me down to my toes. “I promised I wouldn’t force you, Nala, but I didn’t say I wouldn’t seduce you.”

My stomach flipped, and as my nausea wa