Chapter 167

Monday arrived rather too slowly for the sinful partners.

Emmeline pulled into the marina and parked next to Zavian’s sleek black Lamborghini, noting he had beaten her there.

She smoothed her hands over the skintight black sheath dress hugging her curves, the soft cashmere jacket he had gifted her draped stylishly over her shoulders and cinched at the waist with a wide belt.

Grabbing her purse, she headed to his luxurious yacht, her heels clicking on the polished deck as she looked around for him.

“Mr. Blackthorn, where are you?” she called out.

“In the second-floor lounge,” his deep, velvety voice carried down from above.

Emmeline climbed the stairs quickly, finding him standing motionless by a large undecorated pine tree, his piercing gaze drinking her in hungrily as she approached.

“You’re actually on time for once,” he drawled, one side of his sensual mouth quirking up. “I thought I might have to kidnap you from your restaurant again.”