My cock twitched as I looked into those brown eyes, but she didn’t back down, merely teasing me. As I watched, her tongue flickered out to stroke along her bottom lip, and fuck me but my cock jerked again, wondering what it’d be like to be buried in her mouth. Or her pussy. Or her ass. Any of those three places would be good.
So I growled, eyes suddenly hot.
“You can call me Trent,” was my low growl. “And I’ll call you Kelsey.”
But the brunette wasn’t intimidated at all. Instead, she sat back on the lounger, those white curves on display and glanced over at me again, still with that devilish gleam to her eyes.
“Oh good,” she said saucily. “Because that’s my name, so go ahead and use it.”
Holy fucking shit. This girl was playful, sweet, and yet also spicy with a dash of Tabasco. Exactly the way I liked it. My blue gaze swept over her near-nude form, desperate to get inside, but it was her personality that had me entranced. I had to find out more about this enticing nymph.
“So we’re here for round two,” I said, my voice deep and growly. “Do you know what’s supposed to happen today?”
She stretched, her arms over her head, which caused those big boobs to lift and rise, making my mouth water.
“Yeah, they said,” she stated casually. “You’re going to train me today in what a pool girl does, and if I do a good job, I might be offered a permanent position at the Billionaires Club.”
I nodded, unable to tear my eyes away from her curves.
“And do you know what a pool girl does?” was my preternaturally calm voice.
Her forehead creased for a moment but then Kelsey threw me a dazzling smile.
“I do,” she stated. “I used to be a porter at the local country club, so you could say that I’m prepared. I get towels for guests, serve them drinks, and also get them whatever they might need, be it a burger from the grill, some sunblock or even aspirin. The sun can get hot, you know, and a lot of people get sunstroke.”
I nodded.
“But the Billionaires Club is indoors,” I rumbled smoothly. “So what do you think you could fetch here?”
She stretched again, those boobies bobbling up before settling down once more. Oh shit, her nipples were hard and I desperately wanted to take one between my teeth, shaking it like a playful puppy. But right now, it was time for training, so I forced myself to stare at the loveliness that was her face.
“I’m not sure,” Kelsey said reflectively. “Maybe some pool toys? Or drinks are always good,” she said reflectively before smiling sunnily my way. “Maybe some cocktails to loosen up?”
I had to grin back.
“Alcohol is definitely in massive supply around the Billionaires Club,” I said dryly. “We have two cellars filled with enough to keep everyone here lubricated for years. But what else?” I asked, catching her gaze with my own. “What can you provide as a pool girl?”
And with that, her gaze grew reflective.
“I know what you’re asking,” she said softly. “And the answer’s yes.”
My cock jerked.
“What am I asking?” was my low growl. “What can you provide that other women can’t?”
She flushed.
“Well, I guess than can as well, I’m just saying that I’d be willing to … you know,” she said, suddenly shy. Her voice trailed off as my brow raised.
“Willing to what?”
She bit her lip, suddenly embarrassed.
“Well, I’d be willing to … you know … have fun with you in the water, if that’s what you want,” she said, her voice lowering to a whisper. “I guess I’m just a little unsure because there haven’t been many guys into that before,” she confessed, cheeks scarlet now. “Most guys aren’t interested when it comes to that kind of thing with me.”
Now, I was astonished. How could any man turn down Kelsey? She was Aphrodite on a clam shell, what with that porcelain skin and wavy brown hair. Not only that, but the woman was perfectly proportioned with luscious breasts and wide hips that beckoned me even now.
“What are you talking about?” I growled, suddenly dead serious. “Has someone hurt you before?”
She took a deep breath, collecting her thoughts before answering.
“No, not in the way you’re thinking,” was her slow reply. “It’s just that you’re kind of the only one who was really into it,” she said, unable to look at me. “There have been other men, but they always wanted to do it in pitch darkness, or with our clothes on. They said I was big,” she confided, her voice practically inaudible now. “Too big to make them happy.”
I was thunderstruck, my mind spinning with disbelief. Because were these guys fucking crazy? What, did they want girls like looked like pencils with mosquito bites for breasts? Or even worse, girls who looked like underage boys with nary a curve? It’d be like getting in bed with a twig or a branch, afraid you were going to break her in half if you even so much as sneezed wrong.