Olivia

I grabbed my suitcase and pulled out a red bikini, one of the ones Alexander had picked. The top was barely there, two triangles of fabric held together by thin strings. The bottoms were equally minimal, high cut, and revealing.

"This one?" I held it up.

His eyes darkened. "Definitely that one."

I disappeared into the bathroom and changed quickly. The bikini fit perfectly, clinging to my curves and leaving very little to the imagination. I tied a sheer ...