The black Rolls Royce glided into the private sector of the Honolulu Harbor, far away from the tourist catamarans and fishing boats.
Here, the vessels were floating palaces. Alvin’s hand remained firmly on Aria’s thigh for the entire drive, his thumb tracing slow, rhythmic circles on her skin. This beautiful stranger next to him was driving him nuts in ways he did not imagine.
He didn't say a word, but the silence was heavy with a tension that made Aria’s breath shallow.
When the car stopped, the chauffeur opened the door, and the air hit Aria’s face. Standing at the pier was The Sovereign.
It was a two hundred foot masterpiece of steel and glass, glowing with soft blue under-lighting that made it look like it was hovering over the dark water.
"She’s beautiful," Aria whispered, lookin
