"You're already well past that. Hell, tempting should be your middle name. But we can move to the next level. There are a few different bikinis in the dresser in your room. Put one on and join me at the pool. It's heating up fast outside, and the pool is warm."
"This is embarrassing since we live in California, but I can't swim."
"Who said anything about swimming?"
12
I'd carried my laptop out to the pool area to do some work while I enjoyed my new houseguest. I decided to create a proposal letter, my first for my new company, DNA Investments. Of course, at the moment, the company was only twelve hours old and a mere seed of an idea. I'd decided to take some of my capital and pursue products more geared toward people my age, products for the outdoor adventurer or the talented beer artisan. I was sure there were plenty of great millennial minds developing goods and services that people of our generation just couldn't live without, and I wanted to be the first investor at the door when they were ready to stretch into the business world.
It was strange but even though Shay had just moved in to the house, I was already feeling more productive. Or at least I was until she walked out onto the patio in the tiny pink bikini I'd bought for her.
She had brushed aside her long bangs, giving me a clear view of her incredible face. And as incredible as the face was, adorned only with a smear of light pink lip gloss, the body beneath, was breathtaking. The delicious curves of her breasts were only slightly concealed behind the small triangles of pink fabric on the bikini top. And, for all the lack of coverage from the top half of the bikini, it looked like a sweater compared to the teensy triangle of fabric covering her pussy.
She plucked a towel off the patio chair and headed out to the pool deck. She swung her hips back and forth as she sashayed past my lounge to the one lined up next to it. With an exaggerated movement, she turned her ass to me and bent very low to smooth out her towel on the lounge.
"You don't have to try so hard," I noted as she spread her feet a bit and reached across to kick back the farthest corner of the towel with her finger. "My cock has already taken on a pulse of its own just seeing you in that bathing suit."
Shay smiled victoriously at the bulge in my swimsuit. She turned around and placed her little finger against the corner of her lip. "Oh wow, did I do that. And, I'm not trying extra hard just because I want a million dollars. I just like my towel to be really smooth." She added a visual by running her palm over her smooth, tanned stomach.
I laughed dryly. "Here I thought I was hiring a pretty pussy to entice me for the next few weeks. I had no idea that the pussy would belong to a ruthless business woman. I think this is going to become a contest of who can master the situation."
"I don't know what you mean, boss." She wore a sly smile as she straddled the lounge and sat back on it. She made a show of lifting each leg onto the lounge and then stretched her arms back to curl them around the top of the lounge. Her breasts followed, lifting like two perfect pillows and nearly sliding free of the pink triangles.
"Boss. I rather like that. You can call me that whenever you like." I shut my laptop, stood up and stared down at her, stretched seductively on the lounge. Her thighs were parted only slightly. In my mind, I grasped both of her ankles and pushed them father apart. I swallowed hard, in a pathetic attempt to ease the ache of wanting her. I hadn't thought through the million dollar bonus. It seemed my erotic piece of cake was going to tease me mercilessly, hoping I'd break. I liked that. There was nothing I loved more than a fucking challenge.
"I admire your initiative, darlin'." I leaned over and lowered my face down so close to hers I could smell the scent of the gloss on her lips as she stared up at me. I'd startled her and knocked her off her game some. Her breasts rose and fell with a quick succession of breaths. "But I think you're outmatched. As gorgeously fuckable as you are, I'm not going to break."
She released an audible breath as I straightened. I turned toward the pool and dove in.
I swam ten fast laps, hardly coming up for air, hoping to cool the heat in my blood. I was seriously wondering about my sanity and questioned why the hell I had gone straight to two weeks. One week with Shay and I'd be ready for a damn rubber room. I was going to have to throw my mind even deeper into the new business to keep control, and that was a good thing. Maybe this wasn't such a crazy idea after all.
I swam through the water and saw a flash of pink at the shallow end. Shay sat down on the top step. Her long legs floated out in front of her. The strip of fabric on the crotch of the bathing suit was not more than a half-inch wide. As her legs opened and closed, I caught a nice view of her pussy.