“You’re not seriously going to jump in, are you?” Anna called out, leaning against the polished railing of the yacht, her bare shoulders catching the golden glow of the setting sun. Daniel smirked, already tugging off his shirt, his tanned chest glistening with a faint sheen of sweat. “What’s the point of having a yacht if you don’t dive in?” he shot back, tossing the shirt onto a deck chair.

Anna rolled her eyes, her dark hair slipping over one shoulder as she adjusted the strap of her white sundress. She was the kind of woman who turned heads without trying—her sharp cheekbones, full lips, and a figure that seemed to defy gravity in that dress. Daniel, on the other hand, was all confidence and charm, his athletic build and easy grin making him the life of the party. They’d known each other for years, ever since Anna started working at his family’s firm, but tonight felt different—charged, like the air before a storm.

“You’re going to regret it when you freeze,” Anna teased, stepping closer to the edge. Daniel raised an eyebrow, his gaze lingering on her for a moment too long. “Care to join me?” he challenged, his voice low. She hesitated, her fingers brushing the railing, the faintest hint of a smile playing on her lips. The yacht rocked gently, and somewhere behind them, the faint hum of the party continued, but for a moment, it felt like it was just the two of them.