Cayman Confidential
"Private banker Victoria guards the secrets of the ultra-wealthy in Grand Cayman, but auditor Kyle discovers she's hiding something much more personal—and much more irresistible."
The audit was supposed to be routine. Numbers, compliance, boxes ticked.
Then Kyle met Victoria.
She was thick and immaculate, power suit barely containing curves that belonged on a beach, not in a boardroom. Her accent was pure Cayman, her mind was razor sharp.
"Everything is in order," she said. "Yuh can check. Mi have nothing to hide."
He checked. She was right. About the numbers.
But something else was off. Late nights at the office. Personal accounts with unusual activity. Suspicious? Maybe. Interesting? Definitely.
"Working late again?" he asked on night three.
"Some things require personal attention."
"Like what?"
She looked at him, really looked. "Like men who ask too many questions."
The after-hours office was empty except for them. Numbers forgotten, questions multiplying.
"Yuh want to know mi secret?" she said.
"I want to know everything."
"Everything?" She moved closer. "Careful what yuh wish for."
Her secret was loneliness. Years of guarding others' treasures while her own heart went unprotected.
"Nobody sees mi," she whispered. "Just the banker. Never the woman."
"I see you."
"Then show mi."
On her mahogany desk, among the confidential files, she let him see everything.
"Yes! Kyle! There!"
That thick body yielding the way her professional armor never did. Trusting. Finally trusting.
"Don't stop! Mi need this!"
The audit concluded satisfactorily. Kyle's firm offered him permanent Cayman placement.
"Strange coincidence," Victoria said.
"Not coincidence." He pulled her close. "Strategy."
Grand Cayman's banks still trust Victoria with their secrets.
But the biggest secret? The auditor who audits her heart every night.
Cayman confidential.
Some things are meant to be private.