Page 5 of Pool Girl - An Instalove Possessive Age Gap

See, in my fantasy so far, I get to keep my puffy jacket and jeans on somehow.

The perfect man, Will Emmett never has to see me naked, my soft, flabby body that I daren’t look at myself most days, let alone show to anyone else.

But there’s something in his eyes when he says he wants to show me the hot tub.

Will Emmet, naked in a hot tub, hell yes.

Me? Ah, no freaking way. Not even by myself.

I shiver and laugh nervously as he gives me a puzzled look.

I must have a panicked look on my face, or maybe I look as sad as I suddenly feel once Will’s covered himself up.

“Alright?” he asks, raising a brow.

I feel more confused now than ever. Like the whole trip through his house was like a dream, and now I’m back out in the cold, dealing only with the very real prospect of having to clean pools instead of…

Instead of whatever else my own pool girl fantasy entails.

Namely Will Emmet somehow riding me like the wind while I somehow keep all my clothes on.Chapter FourWillI don’t know what I did or said, but I suppose I must have the wrong end of the stick.

Maybe I’ve lived alone and not gone anywhere for too long, y’know? Forgotten how to interact with people properly.

I thought that feeling between us was pretty unmistakable, like the next logical step was for me to, I dunno… kiss her, or at least… Ugh!! I just don’t know anymore.

One minute she’s leaning into me and my hardness like she wants me as much as I want her right now, and the next.

She’s babbling some nonsense about just wanting to get clean the pool because she has so any to do today.

Maybe she just isn’t into older guys.

Maybe she’s joined the dots and remembered that I actually know her dad?

It doesn’t fit though. I haven’t been with a woman since… well. It’s longer than the amount of birthday’s Piper’s had, maybe more, that much I do know.

But I know the look. I know the feeling we both just had when she collided with me… the first second I laid eyes on her for god’s sake.

I can’t stay mad at her… hell. I’m not even mad at her, how could I be?

She’s fucking perfect.

I guess I’m madder at myself, for succumbing to this damned pool girl fantasy thing. I must be the first guy to have it, at least in this town… so no wonder it isn’t clicking together like building blocks.

Not yet anyway.

I haven’t gotten to where I am in life by being put off because something didn’t happen straight away. It stings a bit right now, but my feelings for Piper haven’t changed, they just haven’t been reciprocated as quickly as I’d like.

I put a robe on, and invite her to walk with me to the main pumps, a building out back that has all the pool gear in it anyway.

All the external water features, plus the indoor pool has the main pumps and filtration down there. It’s not too far from the house, but far enough so I don’t have to hear it all working.

The outdoor pool is just opposite the large patio area, and Piper exclaims quietly to herself just how big it is and then again when she notices something else.

“It’s perfectly clean… spotless,” she observes, reminding me that I have a few bad habits. One of which is doing everything myself anyway, as well as paying people to come do it.

It’s weird, but I always clean the pool before I swim in it, and maintaining it isn’t rocket science.

I actually wanted Guy to come out today and maybe suggest some improvements. I’ve been thinking about upgrading the pumps and filtration systems.

Piper seems set on cleaning and there’s been no mention of anything too technical, plus I just want her here now. Pools be damned.

She belongs here with me… or so I wanted to tell myself.

I deliberately avoid mentioning the pump upgrade, or her dad. That’s not something I want to even think about right now either.

I just shrug as we both stand, staring at the crystal clear water for a moment.

A single leaf drifts through the air and settles on the water.

“There!” I exclaim. “It needs cleaning now.”

She stares blankly at me for a moment, and then we both burst out laughing.

It feels nice to laugh again and with Piper its real laughter, right from our bellies.

I want to laugh with her a lot, I decide.

Amongst other things.

Some of our awkwardness disappears with the laughter, and I can see Piper’s mind ticking again, making me still hope she might not think an older guy is so gross after all.

“Hmmm,” Piper muses aloud. “And what state is the indoor pool in?”

She shoots me a sly grin.

“Filthy,” I tell her, deadpan.

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