Page 27 of Bad For A Weekend

Her two-piece bathing suit is tie-dyed in deep shades of coral and mauve. The top would be conservative if there wasn’t a gaping slit across the lowest point of the fabric, exposing the undersides of her round tits. The bottoms are in the same pattern, sitting high on her hips, then diving down into a deep triangle that nearly meets the center of her pubic bone.

Fuck me.

“Earth to Owen,” she says, snapping like the brat she is. “Help.”

I quickly pull my sweatpants up past my knee. “How do you want to do this?”

“Hold my hands, step down, and then take some of my weight while I hop.”

“Okay.” I step into the temperature-controlled pool. The water is cool but not shocking.

She takes my outstretched hands and hops down on one foot. I step down again to repeat the process. When I step back the third time, I misjudge the depth of the stair and lose my balance. Before I know what’s happening, I fall backward with my hands still gripped tight on Baylor’s.

She stumbles forward, slamming into my chest before we hit the water. Instinctually, my hands go around her waist, and she screams as we go under. For the briefest second, I note how perfectly she fits against me, her head reaching midchest, and how soft her bare skin feels. It’s been a long time since I’ve had a woman pressed against me, but I can’t remember it ever feeling this good.

When she begins to squirm, I plant my feet on the ground and pull us both to standing, hoping Baylor’s ankle didn’t get twisted in the fall. Wondering if she’s creeped out by the old man getting handsy with her or if she felt the same draw as I did. It’s stupid and almost illegal, but I can’t think straight with her this close.

Once upright, I release her, swinging my head to shake the water and hair from over my eyes.

“Are you okay?” I expect to find her pissed as all hell, but she’s not. Her laughter is a beautiful sound as she pushes her long red and pink hair from her face.

“I’m fine. Areyouokay?” Her brows lift. She’s being playful, and it’s adorable.

Then her eyes lower in a suggestive way.

“Shit—I mean, shoot.” Looking down, I see my white T-shirt has molded to my chest, and my sweatpants—heavy with water—have sunk low on my hips and indicate that I’m not wearing underwear. I quickly pull them up and wring out the bottom of my shirt, breaking the suction it had on my skin.

“Youcancurse in front of me. I’m not eight.”

“It’s unprofessional.”

“So is pulling your employer into the pool, but I think we can both look past it.” She grins. “You have tattoos.”

My wet shirt is completely see-through, exposing the ink covering my chest, shoulders, and arms down to my elbows. “I do.”

“I like it.” She smiles salaciously, making me think maybe this whole thing I’ve created in my head isn’t one-sided.

Fuck.

It was easy to control myself when I thought I was the only one feeling this attraction. Knowing she does too complicates things. I still can’t act on it, but goddamn, it makes it hard.

I nod. “Are you good?”

“I’m fine, Owen.” She dives under the water with practiced ease, and I watch as her body elongates, making her look much taller than she is. Her arms stretch over her head, and her legs straighten before pulling together. That’s when I see that her swimsuit exposes both cheeks of her round ass.

“Shit,” I mutter lowly.

My attraction to this girl is growing by the hour. She’s beautiful, of course, but that’s not all that draws me to her. She’s funny, sassy, smart, and driven. What’s more is I don’t have to hide this ugly, festeringthingthat lives in me because it lives in her too.

It’s pointless to think about, though. No matter why I feel the way I feel, it’s wrong, and I could never do anything about it. She’s eighteen, barely legal, and I’m a thirty-two-year-old man.

Even if I could find a way to morally justify acting on it, I’d lose my job and disappoint my family. After everything they’ve done for me, all the times they stood by me over the last four years, I can’t do that to them.

Baylor

“Dinner is served,” Brandy says, carrying three plates. She sets one down in front of Dad and me before taking a seat and joining us outside, where we’re dining poolside.

“Thanks, Brandy. This looks amazing.”

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