Chapter Five:

The private jet climbed above the Atlantic at thirty eight thousand feet, and Evelyn was already naked.

Gabriel had made her strip in the cabin the moment the seat belt sign went off. Shoes first, then the thin silk dress he had chosen for the flight (a pale champagne, sleeveless, backless, held together by two delicate straps at the nape of her neck).

The fabric whispered down her body and pooled at her feet. She had no bra on and no panties as usual. No jewelry except ...