Chapter 57: Jennifer

Wednesday. Luxe Ibiza Hostel, Cala Gració, Ibiza.

JENNIFER BOUGHT HERSELF TIME tasting the drink. The bartender had a heavy pour. Already her limbs felt warmer and the tension she'd carried with her had eased. Her mental faculties weren't impacted. Yet.

All this time she'd assumed Orion knew everything about her, just like he did everyone else.

He'd always been the wealthy playboy in her mind. Yes, he played at the role of former SEAL and friendly proprietor. But that was an act. She'd never doubted that there were dozens of other women he flirted with. That there was someone in his bed each and every night, but he somehow managed to be discrete enough to keep it from his guests.

This one change shifted everything she knew about him.

She'd always held herself back from this attraction because she didn't want to be one of many. She wanted to finally be special to someone. Perhaps it was a silly, immature dream she'd latched onto a few years back, but that was it. Her small