“What?” I glance back innocently. “Seems a shame not to use the facilities.”
I can practically hear him thinking, weighing the tactical disadvantages of this plan. The way his hands clench tells me he knows exactly what I'm doing.
“I don't have swim trunks,” he says finally.
“Your briefs will do just fine, or…”
“You're evil.”
“I'm learning from the best.” I'm already heading toward my bag to find the bikini I packed. “Meet you back here in ten? I'll just go change.”
I don't wait for his answer. I grab my bag and dash for the closest guest room.
Is it normal to feel dizzy all the time around him?
I'm grinning like mad as I dig through my bag until I find the red bikini Rosalie convinced me to buy weeks ago. I'd protested that I'd never wear it, that it was too much, too revealing, too everything.
Thank God I shaved before I left home.
She had smiled, with a calculating look in her eyes. “Trust me. You'll wear it when the time is right.”
Turns out my sister-in-law is a prophet.
After changing quickly, I freeze in front of the mirror.
The bikini leaves very little to the imagination. The top is two triangles of Christmas-red fabric that barely contain me. The bottoms are high-cut, showing off legs I usually keep covered.
For the first time in my adult life, I want to be seen.
My reflection looks like a stranger. Confident. Sexual. Powerful.
I like her.
Grabbing a towel and throwing on a cover-up, I head for where I left Spence.
Will he have some new excuse I'll need to shoot down?
He's almost exactly where I left him. But the cords in his neck seem even more tense.
As I walk closer, he scrubs a hand over his open mouth. “Oh,fuck.Look at you.”
Shivers race up and down my muscles. I feel hot all over, despite being nearly naked. My bare legs and bare feet are exposed to his hot-as-sin stare.
Whew,he's intense. What will he be like when he unleashes?
“Are you ready?” I ask, my voice sounding a little high, a little breathless.
“I've never been more ready in my life.”
My nerves cause me to rock up onto my toes. “Lead the way, sir?”
He adjusts his cock without even bothering to hide the motion. “You like calling me, sir?”
I shrug, grinning as heat pours off my face. “The question is, do you like me calling you sir?”
He grabs my hand, towing me toward the pool. “On second thought, we are not talking about this right now.”
“Whatarewe talking about?”
