Page 100 of Swinging for the Deep End

I plop my ass into the passenger seat and fold my arms.

Cutter doesn’t drive.

He just sits there.

“What now?” I growl.

“Need you to put your seatbelt on, sweetie,” he says. “Got to be safe, right?”

I look at him.

I reach for the seatbelt and pull it across my body.

I’m pouting. I’m mean. I’m stubborn as anything.

Cutter has the cockiest look possible on his face.

He’s such a dick.

But he has such a great dick…

Am I really doing all this for some mind-blowing-earth-shattering-volcanic-triggering-spewing-lava-hurriance-in-my-panties-tornado-in-my-soul sex?

Yes.

“This is your big surprise?” I ask. “Taking me to where I work?”

Cutter uses his special key to open the door to the pool.

He holds it open for me. “I never said the word surprise, did I?”

I walk through the open door.

The comfortable smell of chlorine hits me.

“Did you bring me here to talk about what you did to those ladies?”

“I gave them a memory,” Cutter says.

“You could have killed them. Flirting that way.”

“I’m sure they enjoyed every second of being with me.”

Oh, he’s extra cocky tonight. Great.

“Okay, Cutter,” I say. “Wow. Look. It’s a pool. The pool where I work. Now what?”

The now what part starts instantly as he walks up to me, from behind. His hands touch my hips. I freeze. His hands make a daring move, sliding into my front pockets.

I gasp and try to jump but his hands grab…

Cutter strips my pockets of my phone and my license, credit card and some cash.

I spin around and watch him gently place everything on the tiled floor.

He then does the same to himself.

“What are you doing?” I ask.

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