Ryan's POV
Ryan did not whistle and skip as he made his way out of a successful business meeting but it was a near thing.
Humming softly under his breath, he tried to convince himself that he was only happy because the meeting had gone well. But he failed dismally at that. His entire being knew that the reason for his joy was none other than Vivian Rose.
That woman did things to him that Ryan just could not explain. How sex could be that good no matter how many times they did it, he had no idea.
After their previous encounter, Ryan's mind was once again settling back to that offhand idea he'd had to name an island after her. Now that she was no longer a one night stand, but somebody whom he met up with regularly, surely it would not be that weird.
