The hum of yacht tenders buzzed in the distance, ferrying most of the glittering guests ashore to Bagatelle for the evening’s VIP event. The harbor lights of St. Barths shimmered against the inky water, and the scent of salt and hibiscus carried faintly on the warm Caribbean breeze through the slightly ajar balcony doors. But inside the master cabin, a storm of desire was brewing, hidden from the world. This wasn’t part o...