Page 41 of Our Sadie

Zach: Trust me. I’ve got the goods. Meet up with you in the living room. See you soon.

I’m there waiting for Sadie in the large round living space with its two couches facing one another when she trudges in, the long tendrils of her hair styled differently. Half of it is up in this little ponytail thing, while the rest of it remains down around her shoulders, the length of it most of the way down her back.

The style displays how high her cheekbones are and emphasizes the tempting flesh of her slender neck.

“I like your hair like that,” I inform her, not wanting to lay it on too thick.

Sadie takes a lock of all that caramel-brown luxury and pushes it behind her ear. It makes me want to do the same thing.

“Thanks.”

As I escort her over to what she calls the south wing, a part of the chalet that houses the indoor pool, she cocks an eyebrow at me.

“Can’t say the suspense is killing me on where we’re going,” she deadpans, and I tilt my head.

“What? You think I’ve destroyed the mystery?”

“Annihilated it.” She nods. Isn’t she Miss High and Mighty.

But I have an ace up my sleeve.

“Tell me something, lovely,” I use the same nickname from my earlier texts. It suits her, so I’m going with it. “Did you play in this or any other pool as a kid?”

“Sure.”

“And what sorts of amazing feats did you accomplish?”

“You mean like jumping off the diving board?”

“No, more like what types of games did you engage in?” I press. “Did you hop on some other kid’s back and play chicken? Did you see who could hold their breath the longest?”

“I guess when I swam I was less focused on games.”

“What were you focused on?”

“Lessons at first. Then things like doing laps and learning the different strokes.”

I frown. “So, no Marco Polo? No ‘Last one in is a rotten egg?’”

She shakes her head.

“Course, I used to cheat at Marco Polo. I just snuck the hell out of the water.” I grin at the memory. My desire to win has been a cornerstone in my life, even when maybe it shouldn’t have been. “Do you have goggles?”

She blinks. “Yes.”

I let my grin become wolfish. “Well, let’s do this thing, then.”

I shuck my shirt and jeans to reveal my swim trucks, watching to see if she’ll follow my lead. She does, removing her long-sleeved shirt, leggings, and knee-high boots. This exposes portions of her flesh that I haven’t seen up close and personal before.

She’s clad herself in what I at first think is a one-piece, but as she raises her good arm over her head a sliver of her pale stomach makes an appearance. It’s a simple suit in a pale purple shade, but it hugs her hourglass figure in all the right places. It also has this V neckline that displays her smallish assets beautifully.

Not that I’m noticing.

Physically speaking, Sadie is totally my type. Athletic women don’t tend to have size triple D jugs, and that’s fine by me. She has a shapely ass that has just enough for me to grab onto and a narrow waist.

There is a significant amount of scarring, which doesn’t come as a major surprise. I suspected that to be the case, and frankly, it doesn’t bug me in the least. Those scars don’t take away from her curves or how alluring her proportions are.

My only problem is this: Even though I officially joined Elegance a handful of months back, I haven’t taken an assigned gig until now, which means no getting laid. Not for money and not for any other reason. Not for months. So having Sadie sitting on the edge of the pool with all that bare skin right there in view is tantalizing. Enough that my cock starts to feel heavy and full.

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