Wakesurfing?

Vanessa Carter was a woman of virtue.

She was a racer — one of the best — and she had seen all kinds of men in her life.

From confident playboys to desperate fanboys, she had encountered more than her fair share of admirers.

That wasn't anything new. Wherever she went, men looked at her with hunger in their eyes, seeing her not as a person, but as some kind of prize.

There were some, of course, who tried to act differently — who pretended they weren't like the rest. But even they had their intentions. She could read them like an open book.

And then there was Ethan.

From the moment they had met, he had been different.

He had the confidence of someone who could take whatever he wanted, but he never made a move. Never let anything slip.

It was impossible to tell whether he wasn't interested in her that way or if he was just exceptionally good at hiding his true thoughts.

Either way, it intrigued her.