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I shake my head. Charlize is a restaurant manager at The Vibe, a very hip and happening joint downtown. She loves mingling and meeting people, especially men. She’s kind of boy mad, not that it isn’t obvious.
“Jeepers, don’t look now…” Imogen whispers behind clenched teeth. “But isn’t that James’s dad?”
Charlize and I both turn in unison to where she’s looking toward the other end of the pool.
Holy fucking crap.
We watch as Mr. Bentley walks to the edge of the pool in a pair of swimming shorts. His bare chest, wait for it, is heavily tattooed as well as his shoulders and arms. To say it’s a surprise is an understatement. I’d never in a million years pick him for being inked like that, especially all over his body.
With clothes on, he seems so…sophisticated. There’s nothing sophisticated about his body, though; rippled and muscled, like he’s a man half his age. There’s a smattering of hair on his chest that does things to my insides.
For fuck’s sake, this isn’t fair.
His body is like a gift from God for all who witness it. So much so, I see Charlize adjust her sunglasses down her nose to get a better view.
“Holy fuck,” she whispers. “I didn’t know older guys could have eight packs.”
It’s so wrong, but we keep staring.
I notice he has a couple of tattoos running up both legs, too, so he certainly likes his ink. Who would have ever thought that under the suits and ties he always wears that he looked like this?
Goddamn. It’s so fucking hot.
He runs both hands through his hair, and then dives into the pool. His smooth transition into the water has every muscle in his body contracting.
I hear Imogen and Charlize groan out loud at the same time.
“Fuck me dead,” Charlize says in our direction behind her hand, as we all continue to stare at him when he surfaces and begins to effortlessly glide through the water.
“I think I just came,” Imogen whispers.
I don’t know why we’re whispering. It’s not like he can hear us.
Lucky for me, I have a huge hat and sunglasses on. I definitely don’t want to run into him, or worse, have him see me gawking.
I chew my straw as he makes his way through the water like Adonis to the Gods.
“What’s his name again?” Charlize wonders, leaning forward to watch him swim.
“Mr. Bentley.”
They both turn to me and laugh out loud.
“What?” I say, throwing a pretzel at both of them.
“That sounds so wrong, but oh so right.” Charlize smirks. “He can flip me over anytime he wants.”
I screw up my nose at that thought.
“You’re insatiable.” I roll my eyes. “And his first name is Lukas.”
“Think I prefer Mr. Bentley,” she mutters dreamily.
“So do I. Harder, Mr. Bentley,” Imogen croons in a sexy voice. “Oh yeah, just like that, Mr. Bentley, it feels soooo good.”
They both laugh like idiots.
“Does anyone mind? That’s my ex’s father!” I splutter.
