Page 16 of About That One Night
“What if I don’t agree?” I challenge her, crossing my arms like a pouty toddler.
“I’m out of here because that means you’re not playing fair,” she says. And fuck, she just found a loophole and a way to either get out of this little dare or make me suffer.
“So you want me to wear swim trunks, is that all?” I ask because I want her to enjoy her night. She has to let go of that stick up her adorable behind and live a little.
“That’s right, big boy,” she teases. “Think you can handle it?”
“And that’s the only rule?” I ask, hope rising in my chest.
“Of course not. No, there’s more. You can’t see me while we’re in the pool—or touch me, of course.”
I burst into uncontrollable laughter. “You minx. You invite me all innocently to join you and then suddenly stab me with your legalities.”
“Yep. Take it or leave it,” she challenges, sounding far too pleased with herself.
I glance in her direction, weighing my options. “Eyes away, McCallister,” she warns me.
“I’m just looking at the pool,” I say innocently. Which is true because she’s hiding on the other side—right by the opposite corner.
The water sparkles invitingly under the moonlight, and the thought of spending more time with her, even with these ridiculous rules, is too tempting to pass up.
“Fine,” I say, finally giving in. “I’ll get swim trunks. But if I comply, then we’re heading paddleboarding this weekend.”
“In Connecticut?” she asks, and I don’t know if I’m annoyed that she ignored my original text or thrilled that I’m about to hit her with yet another surprise.
“No, I was thinking Vermont, actually,” I say, as casually as I can manage. “Make it a fun weekend—you better ask for Monday off work.”
“No,” she screeches like a startled cat.
“Oh, but yes. Remember spontaneity?” I tease, drawing out the word.
“Deal,” she replies, her voice tinged with resignation that makes me grin. “Now hurry up, McCallister. The night is young, and the water’s perfect.”
As I head back to my penthouse, I can’t help but smile. Tonight might not go exactly as planned, but it’s shaping up to be unforgettable.
I take the elevator up, the soft hum of the machinery the only sound as I ascend. The doors slide open, and I step into the foyer, the cool marble floors contrasting with the warm anticipation building inside me. I walk through the spacious living area, past sleek furniture and modern art pieces, heading straight for my bedroom.
Once inside, I quickly rummage through my dresser and find my swim trunks. Before changing, I take a moment to check on Zoe. I walk over to the sliding glass doors and step out onto the balcony. From there, I can see Zoe swimming gracefully in the pool below, moving through the water with the effortless elegance of a mermaid. The sight of her enjoying herself brings a warm feeling to my chest.
With a determined grin, I turn back inside and change into my swim trunks, eager to join her and make the most of this unexpected night.
And though, I’ll be following her rules—I’ll make sure that even when I don’t see, I get to touch.
“So how’s thisgoing to work?” I ask as I reach the pool. I set two towels on a lounge chair and gather her discarded clothes. That’s when I realize Zoe’s either going commando or . . . “Are you cheating, Zoe Harper?”
“Why would you say such a thing?” she asks, feigning indignation.
“Some undergarments seem to be missing from your pile,” I point out. When I turn to look at her, I spot a pretty black lace bra. So much for sneaking a peek.
I shake my head, laughing. “Of course you are. We agreed on skinny dipping.” I wag a finger at her. “You’re overdressed.”
“Oh, these old things?” She gestures innocently. “I thought it was only fair. After all, it’d be pretty hard for you to enjoy the pool with your eyes closed. I’m saving your life, really,” she says with a straight face. “I don’t hear a thank you for my kindness.”
The nerve of this woman. “You’re something else, Zoe Harper.”
“Oh, I’m something alright.” She grins, gliding toward the far end of the pool. “Are you coming in or what, McCallister?”
I step to the edge of the pool and dip my toes in. The water is cool and refreshing, a perfect contrast to the summer night air. The moonlight reflects off the surface, casting a shimmering glow across the pool. I take a deep breath, savoring the tranquility of the moment, and the thrill of Zoe’s playful challenge.
