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“I’m sure. But you still have to clean the pool.”

“Ugh, really?”

“Yep.” She took a long sip from her wine glass.

“Will I still get paid?”

“Can I pay you in really amazing sex?”

I gave her a fake frown and a once-over. “I think we can arrange that.”

“Thank God. I won’t have to tell my boyfriend I’m fucking the pool boy.”

We laughed again.

This seemed like a pretty good start.

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