chapter 27

Elizabeth

In the flickering candlelight, Huxley’s eyes are filled with the buzz of adventure. He’s gorgeous when he’s like this—excited and full of energy, no doubt fueled by his self-styled ‘no-nut ten days’. The guy could light the whole of the island on his pent-up sexual energy.

He looks young, handsome, and wealthy today in his smart-casual clothes. As always, he carries himself with an attractive insouciance and an inner confidence that gives me goosebumps.

He must have shaved earlier today; his jaw is stubble-free and smooth. During the day, he usually wears a lighter aftershave, but he’s wearing his evening fragrance now—dark and sensual, with a mouthwatering touch of blackcurrant and a sensual undertone of jasmine and musk. It smells expensive and sexy.

I have the sudden, irrational thought that he’s sprayed himself with pheromones. Maybe that’s his secret?

The deck heater is warm, and he slips off his jacket and hangs it on the back of his chair. His shirt emphasizes his sho