Chapter 4

Back at the villa, we showered and dressed for dinner. I slipped into a dress I rarely had the chance to wear, a short black number that clung to my curves in all the right places. The neckline was daring but tasteful, plunging just enough to feel sexy without being over the top. I paired it with my favourite heels, ones that added just the right amount of height, and fastened a pair of glittering earrings.

Sizwe emerged from the bathroom in a dark suit that he'd packed almost as an afterthought. It fit him perfectly, the tailored lines hugging his broad shoulders and tapering down his chest. His crisp white shirt was unbuttoned just enough to hint at the hair on his chest, and he'd polished his shoes to a mirror shine.

"Look at you," I said, letting out a low whistle. "My handsome man cleans up well."

He gave me a once-over, his eyes lingering on my dress. "You're stunning," he said.

The dining room was every bit as elegant as we'd been led to expect. Set up like a high-end restaurant, the room was lit with soft, golden light from crystal chandeliers. Tables were draped with crisp white cloths, and the centrepieces were completed with arrangements of fresh flowers. A string quartet played softly in one corner, their music adding a layer of sophistication to the already luxurious atmosphere.