Holy shit, she’s stunning.
Her bathing suit was one of those tank top two-pieces. The top was an ocean blue that made her eyes pop. The bottoms were simple black bottoms. Everything was covered, nothing crazy low cut, no ass cheeks hanging out. Not even a sliver of her stomach showed. Yet Freya was hands down the hottest woman he’d ever seen.
“Sorry. Looks like my closet was all out of skimpy bikinis.” A sheepish smile lifted her lips.
He shook his head as his gaze took in every inch of her. From the top of her raven-black hair to the tips of her hot-pink-painted toes. His dick twitched. “You’re gorgeous, baby. Pretty sure you could wear a garbage sack and still be the prettiest woman in the room.”
A soft blush stole over her cheeks as she stepped toward him. “Charmer.”
Rising, he gestured to the opposite side of the hot tub and held out his hand. “Steps are over here.”
After helping her into the hot tub, he showed her where the various jets were and happily watched as she tried each out. Apparently, when you were five-two, finding the optimal seat and jet configuration was tricky. At six-four, he’d never given it much thought. Sitting too low in the water was never a thing.
Once Freya had found her spot—the corner opposite him—she leaned back, closed her eyes, and sighed. “Holy moly, Xander. This was a great idea. Thank you.”
She was too far away, but he couldn’t complain about the view. Not at all. She was utterly relaxed. And so damn pretty. “How’s the knee?”
“It was getting achy, but this feels lovely.”
“And your side?”
Her eyes were still closed, but the edges of her lips twitched up. “It’s good. Promise.”
A comfortable silence fell over them. The sounds of the swirling water and the soft music provided a calming backdrop.
After who knows how much time passed, he asked, “What’s on your docket this week?”
“Just work.” She sighed, opening her eyes.
He grinned at her drowsy look. “You hanging in there?”
She nodded and moved to the seat on her right, which was higher and had her shoulders and tops of her breasts peeking out of the water. “Thought I was going to fall asleep on you there.” She chuckled. “Again.”
“Go for it.” He spread his arms out. “I’ll happily volunteer to be your pillow anytime.”
“I may take you up on that.” She grinned as she stretched her legs out in front of her. “With Hazel gone, Miriam redistributed her clients to the rest of us, so this week is going to be crazy. But the good news is that my rental car is supposed to get dropped off at work sometime tomorrow afternoon, so you won’t have to keep driving me around.” She grimaced. “Speaking of, if it’s not too much trouble, would you mind taking me to work one more time tomorrow morning?”
“You know I don’t mind.”
“That’s because you’re a sweetheart.”
Again, that soft smile that did him in bloomed on her face. “What time do you need to be at work?”
“Eight.”
Sitting up, he raised his arms and rested them along the hot tub’s edge. The cool air was refreshing, and goosebumps covered his skin. “Want to join me at the gym beforehand?”
Her brow furrowed and she side-eyed him. “What time?”
Goddamn, she was cute. “Five thirty.”
“In the morning?” Her eyes went owl wide.
He chuckled. “I take it that’s a no?”
“You better believe it.” Her gaze traveled over him. “How often do you work out?”
He shrugged. And so what if he also flexed a little? “Most mornings.”
