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Chapter Five

Cassie

I was buzzed, but working.

Dan had called me again and worn me down. I was mad about it, but didn’t know what else to do.

So I wrote his stupid article on swimsuits and sent it in.

But thinking about swimsuits only made me think about Myles, and how good he’d looked in those wet trunks. I imagined him, water dripping down his muscular torso, the thin fabric of the trunks clinging to his cock.

It was hard to focus when I kept imagining all the things I wanted him to do to me.

And God, I wanted him to do everything to me.

I sighed, finally closing my laptop. The article was sent; now I could get back to my drinking. I rose from the couch to make my way toward the bar when a knock stopped me in my tracks.

Who could be here this late?

I sighed and went to the door, missing my vodka already. I peered through the peephole and gasped softly.

Myles.

I opened the door. He stood on the other side in tight jeans and a fitted t-shirt. All of his clothes looked like they were a size too small, but it worked on him.

“Uh…hi?” I said.

“Hey.” He held up a plastic bag, the logo from his shop printed on it. “I figured I’d just bring the part by tonight, if that’s okay. Kinda just want to stick it in.”

He could stick it in any time he wanted.

I nodded and stepped back to let him in. “Sure, yeah. Come on in.”

He walked inside, passing me without looking around. I watched him walk back toward the pool.

My eyes were definitely on his ass.

It looked good in those jeans.

He looked incredible, and here I was in pajamas and a fuzzy bathrobe.

Not sexy.

I shrugged off the robe while he was gone, glad I’d at least worn a matching pajama set instead of grubby sweats.

And I poured myself another Cosmo.

He was only gone a few minutes. When he returned, I smiled. “All good?”

“All good. Your filter is working right and everything is in order. And tomorrow’s supposed to be a beautiful day. I’d spend the whole time in the water if I were you.”

I nodded. “Maybe I will.” I smiled, not giving him a pause to see himself out. “Listen, I just wanted to apologize again. I was kind of a bitch earlier, you know? You scared me. And I overreacted.”

“It’s okay.” Myles shrugged. “I’m really not worried about it.”

I paused, wondering how I could spend more time with him. “Can I at least get you a drink before you go? As an apology?”

“Sure.”

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