Chapter 223: Ivy

Wednesday. Luxe Ibiza Hostel, Ibiza.

IVY SLATHERED SUNSCREEN ON one leg, then the other. She was grateful for something to do other than look at Piers. They were the only two at the staff pool this late in the afternoon. Everyone else was working now that the main house was fully awake.

She could see him out of the corner of her eye. The muscles in his chest and arms bunched as he turned the crank, opening the umbrella.

When would she learn her lesson about the man?

She'd been foolish to kiss him earlier. Foolish to push him down on the sofa and let things go so far. But she'd wanted some modicum of control. She'd wanted to make a choice and he'd been there looking at her like that.

Ivy knew what had happened. Her rational brain could look at it all spread out and see exactly how she'd wound up having sex with Piers again after telling herself it wasn't a good idea. Then, to make matters worse, she'd curled up in a bunk with him and slept half the day away.