In my last year working here there was only one time that someone actually came to stay in the home. They were here for a short period of time, maybe a few days, and i never saw them. I just knew they were here because Mrs. Blake called me to tell me that one of her family members was coming and that the house needed to be ready to have someone in residence.
Since nobody was ever staying in the home, I broke the rules a bit and played in the pool when I was over here. I’d watch the sunset as I used a noodle to float in the shallow end of the pool. I was careful not to go to the deep end because I couldn’t swim. I love the water, but i have no idea how to swim.
Growing up with a single mom who had seven girls to raise on her own, we didn’t exactly have a lot of money to spare for swimming lessons, and even if I knew how to swim it wouldn’t be where animals could mistake me for food. Nope, I left my ventures into the water in the shallow end of a pool, like this one. If mom knew I had a habit of swimming in their pool, she would flip out on me, but it was a crime for a house so beautiful and a pool that was so welcoming to be left unused.
I always wore my swimsuit under my uniform when I knew I was going to the Blake house. It was my one guilty pleasure that I knew I shouldn’t do, but I couldn’t help myself. I was able to watch the the sun sink down below the water as waves crashed on the shore beyond the enclosed glass windows of the indoor pool.
It was so peaceful here, and not just the quiet of the empty house. These small few hours I spent here once a week rejuvenated me. I didn’t have to worry about anything, and I could quiet my mind and soul for a brief minute of time without mom’s cancer weighing on me, or at least I didn’t have to hide that it was weighing on me and put on a smile for the sake of my mom and sisters.
I took a deep breath and stripped out of my clothes, revealing my hot pink bikini underneath. I was bending over to pick up my shoes and add them to my clothes on the diving board, when he startled me.
“What the hell are you doing?”
I didn’t get to answer him because I fell into the deep end. I swallowed water as I went under, and I knew this was it. I was going to die the miserable death I always feared.
ChapterThree
OLIVER
Fuck.
When she didn’t come back up, I dropped my luggage and dived into the deep end after her. I didn’t know who the fuck she was or why she was in my house, but I wasn’t going to let her drown.
I sliced through the water and grabbed her around the waist, kicking for the surface even though my clothing weighed me down. We broke the surface of the water and she started coughing and sucking in oxygen in turn. Every breath she took, she coughed up water after it.
“Easy, I got you.” I held her tight against me with one arm while I kicked us toward the side of the pool. I put her back against the wall and held her up. She was tiny and young, my dick hardened in my tight jeans, and I cursed myself because she looked too fucking young and scared.
Her breasts rose and fell in her bright pink bikini top that barely covered the swell of her luscious breasts. “Fuck.” I muttered pushing myself away from her. Disgusted with myself for the thoughts that were going through my head. If he wasn’t legal, I was going to be pissed at myself for reacting to her nearness.
When I put space between us she started to slip under water again and grabbed for the side of the pool, frightened that she would go under again.
“Shit.” I grabbed her around the waist and hoisted her up on the edge, the warmth of her skin searing into my palms. I left her feet dangling in the water. “Don’t move.” I said, pissed off that my clothes were wet, my shoes ruined, and my cock was hard as a fucking rock from having her wet body against mine.
I moved toward the ladder and pulled myself up, my jeans were hard to move in as they clung to my skin.
She started to push herself to her feet, “Don’t” I growled at her. I had questions and I wanted answers. She stopped moving immediately and sat down, curling her knees up out of the water and holding them close to her chest. The girl looked scared, confused, and so damn young. FUCK!
“How old are you?” I asked after I hoisted myself out of the pool kicked off my shoes once I was on solid ground. ‘Please say your legal so I don’t feel like a perv.’ I said to myself. Probably not the first question I should have asked her, but I had to know. It was a matter of need to know, and I definitely needed to know after the way my body reacted to her.
“I’m eighteen.” She looked up at me, her soft bronzed skin was smooth and droplets of water slid along her curves. I wanted to follow each and every one with my tongue. Her long dark hair was ink black and wavy, but her eyes they were soft blueish gray and framed by long thick black lashes. She was gorgeous and just barely legal, but the important fact was she was legal.
“Why are you in my family’s home? How did you get in?”
Her eyes widened in surprise and worry, “Oh God.” She groaned and dropped her head onto her knees.
I took my shirt and under shirt off together and dropped the soaking wet fabric onto the patio with a slick, squishy thud against the concrete.
Her head snapped up at the sound and her eyes landed on my toned chest. I watched as her eyes ate me up which did nothing for the hard on I was already sporting in my jeans. If her eyes went any lower she’d be seeing a tent pole in my pants.
“I used my key.”
“You have a key? To my family’s home?” My brow rose as I looked at the small, perfectly curved woman. She had the right amount of toned muscles and curved womanly goodness. She was a Goddess.
“Yes. I have had one for the past year. I clean the house every week and air it out should any of the family members or their guests come stay here. Nobody told me you were coming or I wouldn’t have been here.”
“For the past year? What about school?”
“I just graduated in May. I worked after school at my mom’s cleaning company since I was sixteen.”