seat and narrow my eyes at the pattern on Josh’s shorts. “What is that?”
“Oh , these are amazing. Dry they look like a normal pattern but look,” he runs to the edge of the pool and jumps in. A second later he jumps out and rushes back over dripping wet. “See?”
“Are those naked ladies?” I ask, incredulous.
“Yes! My mom bought them for me!”
Davey touches the hem and they marvel at the cheesiness of the shorts . They shift into the bubble that follows them around lately. I’m happy for them, but it’s boring being the third wheel. I open up my magazine, pretending to read, but predictably, I find myself staring at Henry.
Henry flipping his whistle over his finger.
Henry scratching his chest.
Henry adjusting himself in his chair.
Henry glancing at me.
He perches his whistle between his lips and lets it hang there while he watches some kids closely. After a couple of seconds he blows it, waving them over to his chair. He falls into a deep argument with the ten-year-old over the diving board rules. He’s so freaking adorable.
“Just go talk to him,” Josh says, interrupting my Henry fest.
“I’m getting a soda,” I say in response. “Want one?”
“Sure.”
I leave the love birds, hopping out of my chair to go get it. I pass Tate waist-deep in the pool scrubbing tiles, (I’d give him credit for doing some actual work but I know he lost a bet with Henry for the job) and he winks as I pass by. I force myself not to tug and pull at the suit. That is not sexy at all.
We have a refrigerator in the office and I lean in to get a Coke off the bottom shelf. The cool air feels nice against my hot skin and I stand there for a minute.
“Wasting energy, huh?”
I spin quickly, holding the can to my chest and find Henry standing in the door. “How long have you been standing there?” I ask.
“Long enough,” he replies with a smirk.
“Want one?” He nods and I hand him mine before leaning in for another.
“So Tate came over last night?”
I open the can with a loud click and hiss and sway from hip to hip. “He wanted to watch Buffy.”
“He did?” His eyes watch my hips like a metronome. “Interesting.”
“I know, I thought it was weird too, but whatever.”
“Hmm,” he says, flashing his eyes at me. Or on me. His eyes are all over me and this bikini that suddenly seems too small and too tight.
“I guess I’ll go back out with Josh and Davey, not that they’ve noticed I’ve gone or anything.”
“Okay,” he says, not moving out of the doorway. I edge past him, bumping my hip into his lower stomach. His very toned lower stomach, covered in the finest hair that I crave to touch. I keep my hands to myself and once I’m out of the hot spot, I swear I feel the heat of his hand on my lower back.
For a minute I can’t decide who’s seducing who.
Back at my seat I tune out Josh and Davey and keep one sun-glassed eye on Tate as he makes his way around the pool. His back muscles tense with every movement, only stopping occasionally to mess with one of the kids. The kids love the lifeguards, all of us, but mostly Henry and Tate. These particular children belong to Mrs. Robinson. They beg and splash, trying to get Tate to horse around. This makes an excellent opportunity to ogle, watching both guys as they use all their strength wrestling with the kids.
“Hey Pip,” I hear over my day dream of Henry and Tate water wrestling one another.
“Hey.”
“Come talk to me.”
“Why would I do that?” I laugh.
He drapes his arms over the side of the pool and smiles. “Come on, I’m bored and doing this so you don’t have to tomorrow. Come entertain me.”
I look over at Josh who hasn’t paid me any attention in the last fifteen minutes and shake my head. I walk over to the edge of the pool and sit, dangling my feet into the cool water.
“This is how you chose to spend your day off?” His eyes flick toward my chest.
“Not really but these two seemed to have
“Oh , these are amazing. Dry they look like a normal pattern but look,” he runs to the edge of the pool and jumps in. A second later he jumps out and rushes back over dripping wet. “See?”
“Are those naked ladies?” I ask, incredulous.
“Yes! My mom bought them for me!”
Davey touches the hem and they marvel at the cheesiness of the shorts . They shift into the bubble that follows them around lately. I’m happy for them, but it’s boring being the third wheel. I open up my magazine, pretending to read, but predictably, I find myself staring at Henry.
Henry flipping his whistle over his finger.
Henry scratching his chest.
Henry adjusting himself in his chair.
Henry glancing at me.
He perches his whistle between his lips and lets it hang there while he watches some kids closely. After a couple of seconds he blows it, waving them over to his chair. He falls into a deep argument with the ten-year-old over the diving board rules. He’s so freaking adorable.
“Just go talk to him,” Josh says, interrupting my Henry fest.
“I’m getting a soda,” I say in response. “Want one?”
“Sure.”
I leave the love birds, hopping out of my chair to go get it. I pass Tate waist-deep in the pool scrubbing tiles, (I’d give him credit for doing some actual work but I know he lost a bet with Henry for the job) and he winks as I pass by. I force myself not to tug and pull at the suit. That is not sexy at all.
We have a refrigerator in the office and I lean in to get a Coke off the bottom shelf. The cool air feels nice against my hot skin and I stand there for a minute.
“Wasting energy, huh?”
I spin quickly, holding the can to my chest and find Henry standing in the door. “How long have you been standing there?” I ask.
“Long enough,” he replies with a smirk.
“Want one?” He nods and I hand him mine before leaning in for another.
“So Tate came over last night?”
I open the can with a loud click and hiss and sway from hip to hip. “He wanted to watch Buffy.”
“He did?” His eyes watch my hips like a metronome. “Interesting.”
“I know, I thought it was weird too, but whatever.”
“Hmm,” he says, flashing his eyes at me. Or on me. His eyes are all over me and this bikini that suddenly seems too small and too tight.
“I guess I’ll go back out with Josh and Davey, not that they’ve noticed I’ve gone or anything.”
“Okay,” he says, not moving out of the doorway. I edge past him, bumping my hip into his lower stomach. His very toned lower stomach, covered in the finest hair that I crave to touch. I keep my hands to myself and once I’m out of the hot spot, I swear I feel the heat of his hand on my lower back.
For a minute I can’t decide who’s seducing who.
Back at my seat I tune out Josh and Davey and keep one sun-glassed eye on Tate as he makes his way around the pool. His back muscles tense with every movement, only stopping occasionally to mess with one of the kids. The kids love the lifeguards, all of us, but mostly Henry and Tate. These particular children belong to Mrs. Robinson. They beg and splash, trying to get Tate to horse around. This makes an excellent opportunity to ogle, watching both guys as they use all their strength wrestling with the kids.
“Hey Pip,” I hear over my day dream of Henry and Tate water wrestling one another.
“Hey.”
“Come talk to me.”
“Why would I do that?” I laugh.
He drapes his arms over the side of the pool and smiles. “Come on, I’m bored and doing this so you don’t have to tomorrow. Come entertain me.”
I look over at Josh who hasn’t paid me any attention in the last fifteen minutes and shake my head. I walk over to the edge of the pool and sit, dangling my feet into the cool water.
“This is how you chose to spend your day off?” His eyes flick toward my chest.
“Not really but these two seemed to have
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