As she lay there breathing heavily, her mind wandered to the kiss and the intensity she’d seen in his eyes. She had to admit that it felt nice to be held by him in that way. It had been so long since she had been close to a man, and the astonishing fact that she was still a virgin on this sexually charged island was a constant source of shame and insecurity.
He had cast a spell on her and she could not reason it away easily. Desi was somewhat attractive—arresting even. What’s more, he had succeeded in planting a seed of desire in her where so many others had failed.
Aya could not believe she was even entertaining the notion. Nonetheless, by the early hours of that morning, Aya had convinced herself that Mr. Franklyn was right. Not only would she marry him, she would do it right away.
When he called to follow up on his request a few moments later, she noticed he wasn’t the least bit surprised by her acceptance. He would pick her up the following evening without a word to anyone.