"I know."
"Oh. Good." She looks to the teal board. Places her hands next to her chest. In one seamless motion, she jumps to a perfect surfing stance. "I know what I'm doing."
"When did you last surf?"
"Um…"
"That recently?"
She flips me off.
I blow her a kiss.
She laughs. Waves it away. Ducks to avoid it.
"Humor me," I say.
She tilts her head to one side. "My life is humoring you." The hurt in her voice is gone. It's all fire. She isn't thinking about her ex or whatever it is that knocked her off track. She's here with me.
It feels good, having her attention. Watching delight spread over her face. Maybe a huge part of Chloe hates me. But she loves the way she hates me. She loves teasing back. "Do five more."
"I'm doing them because they're a good idea."
"Uh-huh."
"Not because you said."
"What's scarier—me having a good idea or you doing what I say?"
"Good question." She drops to her stomach. "I'm getting used to the latter."
"Are you?"
"I worked with you twice this week."
"And?"
"It's a job." Her eyes light up as she laughs.
"You still have five."
"I'm good for them." Her hands go to the board. In one swift motion, she jumps to her feet.
Her form is good. Her sheer power is fantastic. She's strong and she's tiny. Makes it easy for her to manipulate her bodyweight.
The aikido obsession shows.
I try to focus on her technique, but it's hard with the way her tank top hugs her tits. Fuck, she's hotter than she was in high school. Strong legs. Tight ass. Perfect tits.
They're bigger than they were.
How the fuck is that possible?
Chloe isn't the surgical enhancement type. Must be… fuck, I don't care what it is.
Only how much I want my hands on them.
"There." She jumps off the board, brushes her hands together in a no sweat gesture. "That's six."