Page 16 of Pool Girl - An Instalove Possessive Age Gap

Will rests his huge hand on my leg, through the blanket.

“I’m sorry, Piper. I hear you. I just mean that for today, because you only have that T-shirt on.”

I speedily toss the whole blanket off me and stretch, noticing how hard Will has to concentrate on the road while he tries not to look at me at the same time.

I can feel my chest stiffen again, there’s still a chill in the air, but mostly it’s from knowing how much it drives Will to distraction.

“And mostly for my own safety,” he says in mock seriousness, taking his time to thoroughly enjoy what he sees once we stop at the next set of lights.

The car behind us honks, letting us know the light’s changed, but Will hasn’t finished looking at me yet, and I open my legs a little for him.

The horn behind us blares again, this time for longer like they’re holding it down.

I can hear a familiar but muted shriek cutting through above it.

Ugh.

Will makes the light, but the car behind has to squeal to a stop as it turns red again.

Will shrugs, beaming with satisfaction, snapping his fingers, and asking me who the last job of the day is.

“We’ve made good time. Should be home in time for dinner,” he boasts as I crinkle a weak smile.

“What?” he asks. “What is it, Piper?”

We pull up to the all too familiar house, our last job for the day. The one I promised to come back and finish.

Its witch face Barbie’s place.

Just as we pull up out front, her red sports squeals into the driveway, she tries to leap out as best she can in four inch heels but only manages to totter a few feet before getting stuck in the lawn as they sink.

“Oh good, she’s home,” I moan sarcastically, rolling my eyes and maybe wishing I’d warned Will about this particular client.

Will stifles a laugh, watching her in the side mirror. I feel a pang of irritation though, even jealousy.

As annoying as she is, Barbie… Vanessa is just the type that most guys would go for. She’s thin, with big boobs and hair, lots of make-up and dresses like you have to pay to well...

She ends up slipping out of her heels and storming up to the driver’s side of the pool maintenance van. I assume she thinks she’s going to be giving me a verbal dressing down for leaving her at the light and for taking so long to come back to clean her swamp pool.

I defiantly fling my blanket off, jutting my chest out as Will winds the window down, making Barbie’s angry red face turn white.

I know full well the effect Will Emmet has on women.

And that’s what’s bugging me before he even opens his mouth or gets out of the van.Chapter TwelveWillI can see why Piper left this one ‘til last.

I don’t usually deal with people face to face much anymore. And two seconds into Vanessa and I fully understand why, reminding myself it’s a safe policy to have.

Vanessa’s opened her mouth, furious because she sees the pool van and figures its Piper that held her up at the lights as well as not coming back sooner to clean her pool.

But once she sets eyes on me, the change in her is instant.

Automatic.

She starts to preen her hair and flutter her eyes at me, puckering her lips while she makes a weird sound… like she’s laying an egg.

I really struggle not to openly laugh at her, this is one of Guy’s clients after all.

It’s just been so long since I’ve seen what some women think men want that I’m astonished.

“Uh, I’m Will,” I tell her, stepping out of the van and offering my hand politely. “Sorry we’re late… and uh… about the lights back there. I don’t usually drive the van, so…”

Vanessa looks up at me, her eyes scanning me from my hair, right down to the laces of my sneakers before she clucks with approval.

Another weird sound comes from her then… another egg maybe?

“We should have just enough daylight to get your pool done.”

She’s doing that thing with her eyes, when Piper leans over, her chest spilling out of her shirt.

I’d normally like that, a lot, but I thought I just finished explaining to Piper how I don’t want her flashing herself around.

She’s not Vanessa.

Piper is a real woman.

Well. She will be soon enough, once I’m through with today, I tell myself.

“What’s she doing here?” Vanessa spits, narrowing her eyes and breathing in through her pointy nose, flaring her nostrils like she’s about to strike.

“Piper is Guy’s daughter and I’m helping them both out today. Problem?” I ask, giving the slightest hint that maybe I don’t want to clean her pool after all if she’s gonna be like that.

Clutching my arm, she starts gushing, pulling me away from the van and asking me inside, promising a fresh jug of margarita mix she has at the ready.

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