Total pages in book: 39
Estimated words: 34938 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 175(@200wpm)___ 140(@250wpm)___ 116(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 34938 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 175(@200wpm)___ 140(@250wpm)___ 116(@300wpm)
I'm shaking, my thighs are trembling, and I just let the feeling take me away.
I stare up at the ceiling, wondering if that orgasm was enough to get these ideas out of my system. A little release so I can do what I need to do. Professionally. Because Kent is off the table. I need to understand this. Not only is he my dad’s business partner, but he’s now my client. My first client. My most important client.
Laying down on the couch, I stare up at the ceiling, and drift off to sleep.
Tomorrow will be easier.
It has to be.
3
Perri
Pulling up to the beach house, Kent's car isn’t in the driveway, and I'm able to let out a sigh of relief.
Oh thank God.
The tension in my hands go slack as I let go of the steering wheel. The entire drive here I was afraid to see him. My heart was in my throat, my stomach was in knots, and my palms were clammy and slippery.
The fact he's not here means I can relax now. The tension melts off of me, and I'm no longer this ball of anxiety and nerves.
I thought giving in to my desires last night would help make me feel better; that it would satiate my desire for him, and I'd be back to normal today. But he invaded my dreams last night. My unconscious mind taking over my fantasies from where I’d left off, and I woke up this morning wet and wanting more. I regret letting him into my head like that. I should have resisted. I’ve opened up Pandora’s box.
I'll just go in, do what I came here for, and get the hell out.
My hope is to quickly move through the tasks I was meant to do before his arrival yesterday and get out before he even comes back. I may have missed my opportunity to be professional yesterday, but I’ll make up for it today. In and out before there’s any temptation or opportunity to screw this up.
Opening the small pool house in the backyard, I take out the chemicals I'll need to treat the water, and the net to clean it. My father wanted to hire a pool company, but we've had a pool my entire life, so we don't need to hire someone else to do it. This way, I can be useful and save him some money. That's one of his points, he doesn't want to lose money, so why throw it away when I can do it for him?
The pool cover is still on, so I walk from end to end, unclipping the hooks from the concrete anchors. The sheer nylon cover falls flat against the water, and I drop to one knee, sticking my hand in the water to scoop some into the tester.
I'm determined to do everything right, and it starts here, today, a fresh start from a late arrival. The water needs chlorine, and it also has a green tint, so I grab the algaecide too. Measuring out what I need, I set it down on the patio.
The cover is moving across the surface of the water as the wind blows in off the ocean. Reaching out, my fingers are close, just not close enough, to grab it. I reach again and almost lose my balance, but I grip the cement with the pads of my fingers, and quickly throw my body up straight.
That was close.
I change tactics and grab the pool net. I’ll use the handle to try to hook the cover. I extend the pole, attempting to reach the cover, taking a few stabs at the water but barely making contact with the cover. I can't get it, it's just out of reach. I move my feet to the edge of the pool, my toes dangle just over the edge. I’m balancing delicately, but I finally get the end of the pole on the cover, and pull it close enough to the edge of the pool so I can grab it. I throw the net to the side and drop down, leaning over into the water. My fingers swipe the slippery material, but I miss it. Shit. Why is this so hard? Stretching again, I pinch the thin material with the very tips of my fingers.
“Come on,” I say to myself, annoyed that this is becoming more difficult than I expected.
Giving it a tug, there's a little resistance from the weight of the water that's seeped across the surface, and it causes me to teeter on my toes. Throwing my arm out, I attempt to regain my balance. My arms flail, and I the world around me seems to slow down. My body is falling forward, the ground is gone, and somehow my body twists so I'm looking up at the sky. The cold water shocks my system as I hit it, and my chest seizes up. I try to inhale a big breath of air before I go under, but I can't. Instead, ice cold pool water floods my mouth and goes up my nose.