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I take a sip of my scotch, and as I glance up at a girl laughing while being splashed by the other, I realize it’s Ariana and her two friends.
Just fucking great.
I just took care of myself in the shower after this morning, and really, it’s not as good as it sounds. While a man has to get his kicks when he needs them, let’s be honest here, the thought of Ariana and her cute mouth and crystal blue eyes did cross my mind while I was in the act, but that’s all it was. A thought.
And besides, nobody has to know. Just me and my hand.
I glance up, and Ariana is squealing as she tries to get into the pool without her loud, annoying friend soaking her. But it’s not that lovely sound that averts my attention. It’s the fucking bikini she has on, that leaves very little to the imagination.
I stare at her voluptuous body, and my mouth goes dry.
Is James a fucking idiot?Clearly, my parenting skills are coming into question as I wonder why he let her go.
She’s wearing white, and while it isn’t see-through, unfortunately, it’s certainly very becoming and hangs onto her body to perfection.
Her stomach is flat and toned, and her hips are wide, leading smoothly into perfect legs. My gaze moves to her huge tits barely contained in her bikini top, jiggling as she tries to get around her friend and the other one holds onto her arms so she can’t get away.
I should not be noticing any of these things. I fucking shouldn’t.
The thing with Ariana is that she has a zest for life that can’t be ignored. It rolls off her in waves. In her smile, in her slight wariness, in how she holds herself.
It makes me wonder about her, about why she hasn’t been snapped up, married off with kids on the way. Most girls her age are at this point, or at least, headed in that direction.
She’s just here to have fun.
Don’t get fucking involved!
Then I hear; “Hellooo! Mr. Bentley?” It’s the Australian again.
I glance up from pretending to study my laptop screen, and the cute blonde is waving frantically at me.
I give her a small wave.
“Why don’t you join us for a swim?” She’s pushy too.
I raise my scotch glass and take a sip.
I’m not used to twenty-something-year-old’s telling me what to do, and I’m not sure if getting into a pool when I’m having indecent thoughts about Ariana is a wise thing, but it’s a hundred degrees out here.
I give her a nod as she swims closer toward me, her friends in tow as I sit up in the lounger.
I do not miss the way her friends act a bit giggly around me. I’m used to women being flirty, but this is something else.
When Charlize reaches the side of the pool first, she props her arms up on the side.
“How’s your day going?” she asks, giving me a cutesy smile as she rakes her eyes up my body.
“There are worse places I could find myself,” I reply, as Imogen and Ariana swim up beside her.
My eyes find Ariana, and she says, “Hi, Lukas.”
“Hello, Ariana.” I’m careful to keep my gaze at eye level. I can’t get up now, the fucking wood in my shorts will be plainly obvious, and that disturbs me more than it should.
What the fuck is the matter with me?
“Would you girls like a drink?” I blurt out, before I can stop myself.
I own over fifteen different corporate companies and almost fifty businesses in Seattle alone, and I’m getting tongue-tied over my son’s ex-girlfriend and her two friends. I need to get a grip. I need to get fucking laid, and soon.
