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It definitely feels like he’s flirting with me.
Withdrawing his thumb from his mouth, Grant stands from his seat and begins walking from the table.
I should say something…
“Mr. Gey…I mean, Grant,” I call after him, but when he turns around I suddenly feel like an idiot.
What if it’s nothing, and then I’m the one that makes this weird?
“Is the pool warm?” I struggle to come up with something to ask him.
“It’s perfect. I enjoy using the pool year-round, and ensure it’s always at an enjoyable temperature.”
“Maybe if the two of you finish early, you can join me for a swim then.” The words vomit from my mouth, and I watch as an odd smile spreads across Grant’s face.
“Not today, but I would more than enjoy a swim with you.”
Sitting alone again, I finish up my breakfast. After rinsing my plate and putting it in the dishwasher, I head upstairs to throw on my bathing suit.
Garrison is still having a moment when I walk into our room. I reach my hand out to rub his shoulder, but he pulls away from me when I ask, “Is everything all right?”
“Not now,” he snarls as he storms into the adjoining bathroom.
Fine, but you aren’t going to ruin my day.
Digging through my suitcase, I pull out my swimsuit and toss it on the bed before stripping off my clothes. I finish tying the top half of the bikini around my neck when Garrison walks from the bathroom. The moment of serenity on his face has immediately gone the second his eyes rake over my body.
“You’re not fucking wearing that down to the pool.” His voice is filled with a tone of anger I have never heard from him before.
“One, this was more than an acceptable bathing suit when we went to Key West a couple weeks ago. Two, it’s the only one I packed.” I pause to tie my sarong around my waist. “And three, you can fuck off if for a moment you think you’re going to tell me what I can and cannot wear.”
Before he has a moment to say a word, I grab my headphones and phone, ensuring that I am the one to be storming out of the room.
What the fuck has gotten into him?
Stopping to grab a bottle of water from the fridge, I head out to the pool. This backyard is like an oasis. So private and serene. IfI was here alone, I’d be tempted to sunbathe nude to forgo any tan lines. As the thought runs through my mind, I look up to find Grant standing in what I assume is his office window.
Is he watching me?
Garrison joins him in the large window, and I can practically feel the tension between the two of them from here.
I reach for the knot on my sarong, and I can feel Garrison’s eyes on me as my fingers work it. I meet his gaze through the window and stare into his eyes as I untie it. Defiantly dropping the sarong to the patio, I flip him the bird before pulling on my headphones and getting comfortable on one of the lounge chairs.
Paramore blares through my headphones as I shut my eyes. Trying desperately not to think about Garrison or Grant, and how much both are riling me up—in two very different ways.
CHAPTER
EIGHT
GRANT
“She’s fucking magnificent.” My eyes never leave the curves of Abigail’s body as Garrison enters the room. Her long hair is pulled into a messy bun atop her head. Her long, curvaceous body is adorned with a black string bikini and a sheer white wrap tied around her waist. Through the wrap, I can faintly see the crease where her ass meets her thighs, it’s barely covered by the black bottom of her suit. As she turns, the faint outline of her tight nipples can be seen poking against the thin fabric.
Maybe I should’ve taken her up on that swim.
Garrison joins me in the window, and he audibly sighs when he realizes how intently I’m watching her.
“She’s what I need to talk to you about.” His voice is timid.
