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Giselle’s death.
Wow… those words in my head hurt a little less than they did five years ago. Therapists say that’s the first sign of healing.
“The past is the past.” That was supposed to be my response to Chelle’s comment, but it felt like it was more for me. “You work for me, so you will do whatever I need you to do.”
“I can think of a number of things you’ve needed me to do, but you haven’t asked.” Her voice is riddled with the seduction I’ve staved off since I broke things off with her.
Like every other woman I’ve been with, Chelle has been eager to get back in my bed, but I established a long time ago that mixing business and pleasure with her is like drinking acid, so I don’t have time for shit. She knows nothing will ever happen between us again, but the wedding has obviously rubbed her the wrong way.
I’m about to chastise her again, but my attention is instantly diverted to the platinum-haired beauty doing backstrokes in the pool across from us.
Like the goddess I’ve christened her to be, Aurora is swimming in my pool as effortlessly as if she were walking, her arms slicing through the water with the grace and poise of a prima ballerina.
On her body is a black bikini, hiding all the parts of her body that would bring a man to his knees to worship her.
My mind drifts as I watch her, and need and greed rush down to my dick.
I’m not even aware that I’ve stopped walking until Chelle nudges me.
“Well, well, this is very interesting indeed,” she coos. “Looks like somebody has your interest in more ways than one.”
“Chelle, unless you have something for me to sign or something business related to tell me, you can go.”
She laughs without humor. “It’s just fascinating to watch you watch her. I wonder if she’ll get to see all the wild, wicked things that live inside your head.”
“Maybe.”
Chelle looks out to the pool just as Aurora lifts herself out and gives us a better view of her body. The sun beams down on her golden legs I’d love to lick and highlights rounded breasts I’m dying to feast on. From here, I can just make out the outline of tight nipples pressing against the fabric of her bikini top.
This is the first time I’ve seen so much of her. She’s been fully clothed every other time. Now that I’ve finally seen what she’s been hiding away from me, I can state with absolute certainty, Aurora Wright could be on every cover ofSports Illustratedor inPlayboy’scenterfold.
But I wouldn’t want her there. I’d want this vision of her to be for my eyes only.
Oblivious to my seedy stare, Aurora flashes her wet hair over her shoulder and makes her way over to the deck chair to grab a towel.
As if feeling our eyes on her, she looks right at us.
At me.
Her gaze switches from me to Chelle and darkens. It makes me wonder what sort of interaction the two must have had. Chelle takes pride in being a bitch, so I didn’t expect her to roll out the welcome mat. She wouldn’t do it for a client, let alone for a woman she’s fully aware I’m practically forcing to marry me.
“She’s too nice for someone like you.” Chelle’s whisper-soft voice breaks my stare. “Farm-girl nice and fairy-sweet. But that’s just my opinion.”
Chelle isn’t wrong, but I won’t tell her that.
“Chelle, I don’t want any problems from you. I have enough.”
“I can see that. So, I won’t add to it. Your pretty little mind can rest now,boss. See you tomorrow.”
She gives me one last smile, then floats away.
I return my focus to Aurora as she gathers some things she has laid out on the chair. There are a few books that look like reference books, a notebook, and some stationery.
With the towel wrapped around her bottom half and the bag slinked over her shoulder, she walks away, but unlike last night, she looks back.
I’m not sure what I see in her eyes; it’s a flicker of something that reflects the want I shouldn’t feel for a woman I’ve labeled as a business project.
I’ll be seeing her later. Maybe with the lawyers there, it will even out this tension between us.
