Lyra sat across from me, bathed in the golden morning light, her red dress hugging her curves in all the right places. The fabric clung to her like a second skin, and I couldn't help but admire the way her thighs still glistened in wetness from the fingering session I gave her. She took a slow bite of her breakfast, her expression shifting into a slight frown.
"So, where is your husband now?" I asked, my voice low, testing the waters.
She let out a soft sigh, swirling her fork through her plate with mild disinterest. "Working, probably. As always. I guess." She huffed, pushing a piece of fruit around. "They invited all the elites to have fun on this island, and all they're doing is talking about work, work, work... Boring men." Her tone dripped with irritation before her gaze flickered up to me, a playful glint sparking in her eyes. "Except for a few…"
A slow smirk spread across my lips. "Hehe."