James Brant POV

I regret choosing a beach resort.

The thought hits me for the hundredth time as I sit under this umbrella, pretending to work.

Zoe lies on the lounge chair beside me. Wearing the white one-piece I selected. The one I thought would be modest.

I was wrong.

The suit hugs every curve. Shows the dip of her waist. The swell of her hips. Her legs stretch out, long and toned from years of training.

The fabric clings to her breasts. I can see their ...