Page 53 of Anti Player

“Relax,” I say to my brother. “Go sit on your balcony.”

“I don’t have chairs.” He shrugs.

“Then go order some,” I say then I wave, and Asher and I leave the apartment.

“Is there a water slide?” my son asks as we make our way to the elevator.

“I don’t think these kind of buildings have waterslides,” I reply.

Memories of meeting Kaleb out here last night fill my mind. Us unable to keep our hands off each other. I should not have brought him back to my brother’s apartment, but the sex was glorious and once again he managed to make me come in under ten minutes, which is unheard of with my sexual history.

Just thinking of riding him and watching the ecstasy on his face, with his abs clenching and his gloriously strong hands on my breasts, makes this elevator feel too hot. We head up to the roof. I need to promise myself this thing with Kaleb will be short-lived. More like a stepping stone before I find Mr. Right, which I am not in a position to do right now. I need to get my life on track before I can even consider finding a good man.

When we reach the roof there is a sign that says Pool so I take Asher’s hand and we head outside. It’s a sunny day, warm and humid. I forgot to bring sunglasses but I don’t want to head back downstairs.

“Let’s find a chair to put our towels on,” I say to my son.

There is no one up here except for a man swimming laps in the pool.

I choose a couple lounge chairs and remove my dress. Asher takes his T-shirt off and we head toward the water.

“I really hope it isn’t cold,” I say to my son.

I touch the water with my toes to find it’s the perfect temperature. Just warm enough for me to slip inside without shocking my body.

Asher sits on the ledge, and I pick him up and bring him in the water with me.

“You want to practice swimming strokes?” I ask my son.

He nods.

We start off with him doing the front crawl. As he moves through the water, I tread moving backward, so I can stay close to him since I don’t have a life jacket. When we reach the other wall of the pool, the man who was swimming laps smiles to us.

“You got a strong swimmer there,” he says.

“Thanks,” I say for my son.

“I’m Matt. I play for the Rangers. I’m guessing you must be Brett’s sister.”

“Maddie, nice to meet you,” I reply. “How did you know I was Brett’s sister?”

“I know everyone in the building and Brett said you were staying with him,” he explains.

I nod.

“So how are you liking New York?” he asks.

“It’s a busy city. Getting used to the rush. It feels like people never stop moving here,” I state.

“Takes getting used to,” Matt says. He’s smiling a lot and I get the feeling he’s a bit of a flirt.

A shadow looms over us and when I look up, I see Kaleb.

“Hi, Kaleb.” Asher waves excitedly.

“Hey, buddy.” Kaleb smiles to my son.

“I came to swim some laps. I didn’t realize you guys would be here,” he says. Then he looks at Matt. “Don’t you have some laps to swim?”

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