Page 80 of The Opposite of Romance
I’ve been paying him my salary the whole time, and I plan to give him a hefty bonus when the project’s done, but I don’t want to sit around and chit chat about that.
It’s almost eleven when Sadie walks out, taking one of her writing breaks. It’s the favorite part of my day. She usually sits close to me, bringing me lemonade and a sandwich, and we talk about everything and anything.
Not today. Today, she gives me a small wave and gets on the lounge near the pool; her Kindle in her hand. That won’t do. Shepromised me a date, never mind it was under duress. And I’m going to cash that in. Pressing a few buttons on my phone, I order us lunch and head to where she’s sitting.
“Hope you like tacos,” I say, startling her slightly.
She looks flushed, and she’s breathing fast, and I don’t think it’s because I snuck up on her. “I do?” she responds, confused.
I wave my phone, showing her I’ve ordered them. “You know, people usually suntan in their bathing suits,” I add. “You should really take that shirt and those shorts off.”
“I don’t have a bathing suit on.”
“They also suntan naked.” Her eyes widen. “And it’s not like someone is here. Someone other than us.”
She’s still staring like a doe caught in headlights, and I love it. I love that I can make this witty, brilliant woman glitch for a second.
“Oh, yeah? Why don’t you go ahead, then? As your boss, I’d say you’re due for a break.”
My smirk is devilish when she throws the ball right back in my court. “You’re right, boss.” I wink and take off my shirt in one smooth swoop.
Her eyes land on my chest, but they lower, starving, when I unbuckle my pants. Once I’m fully naked, I shoot her a smirk and run to the edge of the pool before jumping into it.
Fuck, it’s freezing.
I pop my head above the water, shaking my hair.
“Feeling refreshed?” She chuckles.
“Yup. Refreshed as fuck. I need to warm myself up, quick.”
“You’re a smart guy. You’ll figure something out.” She smirks.
“As a matter of fact, I already have a great idea. But I’m going to need some help.”
“Where do you plan on finding that help?” She looks around, pretending to search.
“Come here,” I say in a low growl.
The smile disappears from her face and her tongue darts out to lick her bottom lip.
“I said: come here. Before I freeze,” I repeat.
She lifts from the lounge, getting to the edge of the pool.
“You know what’s fantastic for raising your temperature? Skin to skin.” Her breath hitches. “Take off your clothes.”
She stalls for a second, but as soon as my eyebrow rises, she gets to work. In less than a minute, she’s left standing in her underwear. A tight, little bralette and cheeky panties. Not good enough. I continue staring at her pointedly until she gets the message.
Letting out a sigh, she unclasps the bralette, setting her gorgeous tits free. Next up is that perfect little pussy, with just enough hair to drive me crazy.
“Care for a bit of advice?” she says, shifting on her feet. “Us older women, with multiple pregnancies behind us, don’t appreciate standing naked in broad daylight.”
I pat the edge of the pool in front of me, gesturing for her to sit down. “Too bad, because I really fucking appreciate the sight.”
Luckily, even though she’s fighting me with words, her body is fully complicit, sitting down exactly where I said.
“And it might be my youthful naivete speaking,” I continue sarcastically, “but I really appreciate a woman who looks like one, not a teenage girl.” I spread her knees wide, eliciting a sharp inhale. My head hovers above her pussy and as a few drops of cold water from my wet hair land on her stomach, she winces. “Don’t worry,” I coo, “I’ll make it all better.”
