Donovan: Feel free to join me. It’s better than sitting in the room, right?
I thought about the invitation while watching Seinfeld. It was a good excuse to leave the room, and Ididwant to see him again. The only problem was I didn’t pack a swimsuit.
When the episode ended, I turned off the TV and took the elevator downstairs. The lobby was still completely empty, another harsh reminder that we were alone in the big hotel. Everything was silent except for a soft splashing sound coming from the pool.
I walked through the doors into the pool room. Donovan was swimming freestyle in one of the lanes, splashing with every stroke. He reached the end of the pool, did a flip-turn under the water, and began swimming back in the other direction.
His muscular body glided through the water smoothly. He made it look effortless. I watched him from the alcove by the door as he swam three laps, then four, never looking in my direction.
Finally he stopped at the end. After pausing to catch his breath, he planted his hands on the edge and climbed out of the pool. I ducked back out of sight, suddenly embarrassed that I had been watching him for so long. He rounded the corner of the pool and walked away from me.
I should have gone back up to my room, but temptation got the better of me. I peeked my head around the corner again.
Oh my God.
He was wearing boxer-briefs instead of a swimsuit, and they clung wetly to his body like a second skin. I was mesmerized by his ass as he walked down the length of the pool. Rivulets of water ran down the nooks and crannies of his muscles, making his entire body glisten.
He looks like a freaking cologne model.I half expected him to suddenly stop, face the camera, and say the name of a cologne in a sexy voice.Pandemic, by Armani.
Donovan reached the end of the pool and climbed the ladder up to the diving board. I watched him from my hidden alcove as he stopped at the top. Rolling his arms in their sockets, he took a deep breath, then strode out onto the diving board. He bounced on the end and launched into the air. Like a professional diver, he tucked his legs into his body, spinning in a full backflip, then extended his arms and legs until he was straight as a pencil. As he sliced into the deep end of the pool, a small splash fountained up from the languid water.
I was grinning from ear to ear as he returned to the surface. This time he swam over to the pool ladder that faced my direction. He grabbed the rails and pulled himself out of the water.
He stopped and cocked his head. “Molly?”
Shit, shit, shit.
Embarrassed that I’d been caught, I quickly exited through the doors.
By the time I got back to my room, I had a text waiting for me.
Donovan: Caught you watching me again. If I didn’t know any better, I’d say you were stalking me.
Molly: I don’t know what you’re talking about
Donovan: You know you could have joined me, instead of watching from afar like a creeper.
Molly: The pool was closed. There was a sign on the door, remember?
Donovan: You still walked through them.
Donovan: Since you already broke the rules, you might as well have come all the way into the pool.
Molly: What’s for dinner tonight?
Donovan: Dinner?
Donovan: I’m not making dinner
Donovan: I’m planning on drinking wine and passing out
Molly: That’s not very healthy!
Donovan: Wine comes from grapes. Grapes are fruit. Fruit is good for you.
Donovan: Trust me, I’m a chef.
Molly: Can’t argue with that logic. Count me in for a liquid-fruit dinner. Same time and place as last night?