It was all watched by a very happy group of senior citizens.
“We all left naked yoga early because Rose heard there was a pool party,” one older lady said.
“And you wanted to go out for dinner when there is an amazing buffet right here, Vera!” her friend said with a cackle.
“Don’t take it the wrong way,” another older woman with bright-pink hair said, elbowing me. “They’re a bit on the young side for us.”
“We’re just window-shopping,” Vera added. “But you—” She pulled down her sunglasses. “You should definitely go into the store and buy something. Those men should come get some of what you’re offering with that banging body.”
“Drink?” a woman wearing black slacks and a vest with the tower logo offered.
I accepted the cocktail with its little pink umbrella.
“Isn’t it great?” Vera asked, toasting me with her own cocktail.
“I don’t think I ever want to leave,” I said happily, sipping the drink.
“Will you get in the pool with us?” Enola begged.
I shrugged off my wrap and slipped into the shallow end of the pool with my drink.
“Man, this is the life!”
“How about an attractive man to give you a shoulder massage?” one of the Svensson brothers offered, swimming up to me, a megawatt smile on his face and chest glistening with droplets of water.
My rule was “thou shalt not sleep with thy boss lest thou turn into Cressida,” but the boss’s hot brother?
I winked at him.
“I don’t know,” I told him. “I like my massages deep and hard. I’m not sure you have the stamina for it.”
His eyes flicked down to my chest, and a beach ball hit him in the face.
“Watch it, Beck!”
“Stay away from her, Mike,” Beck snarled, slipping down in the water next to me.
Mike rubbed his head and asked me, “Does my face look puffy?”
“Your face always looks puffy,” Beck said, slapping a wave of water at his brother.
Mike tackled him, and they both went under, only coming up for air thirty seconds later.
“You are not going to hit on my assistant.” Beck shook his brother.
“Just trying to keep things interesting around here.”
“We don’t need any more drama.” Beck swam back over to me and positioned himself protectively on my right.
I waited a beat then said, “Since you scared off my masseuse, you’re going to have to give me a good, hard massage.”
“What?” Beck said in alarm then turned to look at me warily. Then he realized what I was talking about, and his nostrils flared. “You were going to let Mike—” He searched for the words.
“Rub me down, get me nice and relaxed, and put his hands all over me?” I joked.
Beck glowered.
“I had been looking forward to some male interaction,” I teased, egging him on. “My shoulders are feeling very tense. You know, after having to carry around these all day.” I pushed up my boobs with one hand, and they bobbed in the water.
