Page 54 of Faking Mr. Right


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I sighed. Clearly this was going nowhere.

“Would you like to go for a swim?”

“Nah, I think I’ll stay here and rest.”

My heart sank, but I understood. Nodding, I said, “Alright, I’m going to change and head down. Maybe we can grab dinner afterward?”

“Sure.”

I dug my bikini out of my bag and slipped into the bathroom to change. I looked at myself in the mirror, staring at my body from all angles. I had picked out this suit thinking Levi would appreciate it because it really showed off my cleavage. It was a turquoise blue halter style that pushed my boobs front and center, making them look amazing. The bottoms were high waisted, in a vintage style, covering my tummy, which was the area I felt most self-conscious about, but showing off my hips and thighs.

I stepped into the room and went over to my luggage to throw on some shorts to walk down in.

“I’ve changed my mind,” Levi announced.

I turned to find him standing not far from me, his eyes locked on my cleavage and a look of pure hunger in his eyes. I had to admit, I loved that look.

Smiling, I said, “Good. I was hoping you might change your mind.”

He slipped into the bathroom, and I couldn’t keep myself from grinning. I knew it was wrong; we were supposed to keep our distance… but the idea of seeing Levi in nothing but swim trunks? That vision caused me to drool before he even stepped out of the bathroom.

And once he did… “Jesus Christ.” The words slipped out before I had a chance to think about what I was saying. I slapped a hand over my mouth, my cheeks beet red.

Levi chuckled but didn’t say anything about my faux pas.

I kept the rest of my thoughts to myself. That chiseled chest with just the perfect amount of hair to make a pleasure trail. My gaze moved lower. Those rock-hard abs and perfect six pack. Still the trail led even lower, sinking beneath his tight swim trunks. My imagination went wild.

It took everything in me not to jump him.

“Ready?” he asked.

If he noticed me checking him out, he didn’t say anything.

“Uhh sure,” I said, trying to remember what I needed to grab before we left the room. I gathered the key, slipped on some flip-flops, and grabbed some towels, my head spinning as I did everything I could to avoid looking at Levi.

When I turned around, he’d put on a t-shirt. Damn. It should be illegal to cover up those perfect abs. The world should witness the magnificence; it shouldn’t be hidden away.

We made our way down to the pool without much talking. I kept my gaze on the ground, as did Levi as far as I could tell. Maybe inviting him to the pool wasn’t the best idea considering we were trying to keep things from getting steamy… but too late now.

My insides were warm, and before I had even stepped into the water, my bikini bottoms were drenched. Thankfully, the pool should help cool me off, I told myself.

The place was packed, which was no surprise, and probably for the best. No hanky panky in the pool, I told myself, slightly disappointed at the thought, but again, I knew it was for the best.

Levi pulled off his shirt, and I think he nearly broke the necks of several of the moms swimming with their kids. A couple men even glanced, their mouths hanging open, either from envy or because Levi had the type of body that both men and women could appreciate.

He went straight for the deep end and dove in before I even had a chance to strip down to my swimsuit. I hurried out of my shorts and went down the steps on the shallower end. We should keep our distance, I told myself. Still, my eyes scanned the crowded pool for any sight of him, and I found myself moving toward the deeper end slowly but surely.

A familiar face popped out of the water. His shaggy hair dripped with water as he pushed it back out of his face. His eyes turned toward me, and I smiled.

He actually smiled back.

There he was. There's the Levi I loved being around.

His smile made my stomach twist and turn, but in a good way. I felt a warmth course through my veins.

“Race you to the other end of the pool,” Levi challenged, surprising me.

I wasn’t a super fast swimmer, but I was nothing if not competitive.

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