But I come to a sudden stop.
Ahead of me, splashing happily in the swimming pool, is Stefania.
She hasn’t seen me and is lost in her ignorant bliss, enjoying the heated water beneath a pink and purple sunset. I can’t take my eyes off her as she wades back and forth, her wet hair clinging to her shoulders.
But when she floats onto her back, my entire body sparks to life like I’ve been shocked with an electric current strong enough to down an ox.
She’s wearing white underwear. Completely transparent now that it’s wet, and I can see the dark shape of her nipples pressing against the sheer fabric. My cock stirs, growing harder.
I swallow hard and try to drag my eyes away from her gorgeous body, but I can’t.
“Marlen, you’re home,” she says happily, spotting me standing on the patio steps.
“What the fuck do you think you’re doing?” I snarl instantly, furious that she would put me in this position.
“I… I was swimming. Is that a crime?” she asks, sounding hurt.
“You’re wearing your underwear! It’s not covering a damn thing!”
To my horror, Stefania climbs out of the water and marches right toward me to stand in front of me and glare at me. Her eyes are dark with anger.
I open my mouth and close it again, like a fish, gaping without knowing what the hell I want to say because all I can do is stare at how fucking gorgeous she is.
“Unfortunately, I got kidnapped and didn’t have time to pack my swimsuit. So, you’ll have to forgive me for being a prisoner in this place and not having anything else to swim in!” she shouts at me, then reaches around me, her body brushing against mine, leaving wet marks against my shirt as she reaches for a towel hanging over the patio chair.
I’m frozen in place, grimacing at her, my face is pulled tight, and my fists are clenched at my side.
Stefania wraps the towel around her body, and with one last stabbing glare, she turns away from me and storms into the house.
A low huff of air escapes me, and I realize I was holding my breath. Pushing my fingers through my hair, I let out a low growl of agitation and glance over my shoulder toward the house, half hoping to catch another glimpse of her, but knowing she’s long gone.
My body is humming with desire. The sight of her lighting me up like a firecracker.
I shouldn’t have snapped at her like that. It’s not her fault she doesn’t have a swimsuit. But I was caught off guard, and Idon’t particularly like my reaction to seeing her mostly naked, absolutely perfect body.
Heading back inside, I sit at the dining room table and start eating alone. Somewhere deep inside me, I’m hoping she’ll come down to eat with me, but she doesn’t.
After I’m done, and it’s clear she’s not joining me, I dish up a plate of food for her and carry it up to her room.
The door is closed, so I knock lightly.
There is no reply from inside.
“Stefania,” I say gruffly.
“Go away,” she snaps back.
“I brought you some dinner.”
“I don’t want it.”
“You are going to eat, girl!” I snap, agitated that she isn’t being cooperative.
“What are you going to do? Force feed me?” she sasses, bringing a half smile to my face as I realize I’m enjoying this ridiculous banter.
“I might. Open the door and find out for yourself,” I dare her.
I wrap my fingers around the door handle and turn it. It’s not locked. But before I can push it open, she squeals, “No, I’m changing!”
