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I suck in a breath as I press Send, watched over by Gideon who is aware of the never-ending tension festering between my father and me.
As Indigo flips upside down, her feet hitting the wall and propelling her towards me, I think of that naughty little smile of hers and decide to add something for good measure, mainly just to piss him off.
As for my “fiancée”, I have absolutely no idea who the fuck you’re talking about.
As I press Send on that one, I look up to find Gideon, no fan of my father, grinning, his keen brown eyes sparkling.
“He won’t like that one,” Gideon smirks.
“Good.” I put my phone on mute and give it back to him, taking my wallet back for a minute and pulling out a fifty-dollar bill from it before handing it back to my friend. “You enjoy the company.”
Gideon smiles as I reference the burgeoning heat between him and Fran before heading back to join the group as I remove my loose navy pants, happy I wore briefs underneath them today, and approach a waiter hovering around this quieter outer part of the restaurant.
I gesture towards her bag lying on the lounger, holding out the bill for him which he takes. “Could you keep an eye on that bag for ten minutes?”
“Uh, sure. No problem.”
“We need two towels as well please.”
“Sure.”
“Thank you.”
I head over to the edge of the pool and wait for Indie to reach this end which she does, turning swiftly under the water, her feet nailing the tiled side of the pool as she kicks off in the other direction. When she’s halfway down the pool, I dive in, swimming fast, aware of this nauseating need to catch up to her, to talk to her. To look at her.
Frustration makes me swim harder and just as I’m a few feet away, she flips once more, her feet slamming the wall of the pool, only this time, she pushes herself way down, swimming a few feet below the surface until she’s has made it past me, before coming up for air.
I know she knows I’m in here.
I’m ready for the chase, Indie.
I’m not used to hunting. Women come to me stupidly easily, not that I’d ever say that aloud.
With this one, I’m beginning to revel in the hunt almost as much as I hope to revel in the victory of her submission.
I flip myself swimming fast, the kinesis bestial, catching up to her before she reaches the other end. As she flips, I do the same to her right, slowing down, the splashing of the water as frenetic as the beat of my heart, as the desperation concealed in the measured movements of my limbs.
I need to exorcise whatever the hell has hold of me and fast.
It must be another ten lengths before she finally stops. Having overtaken her twice, I now find myself behind her. I slow the cadence of my strokes, the water stilling as my feet find the bottom and I begin to walk in her direction.
Her shoulders are hunched as she stares at the tiles above the pool, her body heaving as she tries to catch her breath. I walk slowly, fighting the urge to wrap my frame around hers from behind, to hold her. To touch her. To whisper words into her ear which will calm her down.
But I don’t yet have that right.
Especially given how much of a prick I just was.
Nor do I understand why the fuck I am drawn to this highly disordered creature. It’s as if there is something in her blood arousing me, calling to me.
And I ache to taste it.
Instead, I move to the left, coming to stand next to her, watching water drip down her closed eyelids and linger on the tips of her dark-blond lashes. I trace the droplets that scurry down to the tip of her nose, which taunt me as they wait on the perfect curves of her plump lips.
As my arm accidentally brushes hers, her eyes open and she stares straight ahead, her respiration still labored.
“I’m sorry,” I say softly, and this time, I mean it. “It wasn’t your fault.Noneof it. And you should be able to dress how you want. I just… don’t handle men like that talking to you like that. It turns me into an asshole.”
“Turns you into?” she scoffs, still staring straight ahead, her voice small.
