We're at the lake. It's vacation.
But she doesn't want to chill.
“What'syourname?” I ask.
“Lemon Rough,” she says.
“Nice to meet you, Lemon.” Pushing the oar through the water so I can move closer, I’ve never been more eager to get on a dock in my fucking life. “Sorry to intrude on the dock you've been enjoying all this time, but I think we have to share it now. Until you can build yourself a new one.” I give her a grin.
“You want me to build myself a new dock?”
I chuckle. “Hell no, I’m fine to share with you, but looks like you might have an issue with me.”
“You don't own the lake,” she says, “but you're paddling around as if you do.”
“I'm not paddling like I own anything. I went out on the lake and was having a nice time. And if I’m not mistaken, you walked out here looking like you own this dock.” I run a hand over my jaw, trying not to smile to broadly. But damn, this woman is making it hard. “And you looked pretty good while defending this strip of floating wood, I might add.”
“Don't,” she says.
“Don't what?” I push back.
“Don't compliment me.”
I smile. “Why not?’
“Because you don't even know me.”
“I know you're bossy. A bit entitled. A little angry.”
“Stop it,” she huffs. “Those aren't compliments.”
“True,” I say. “They’re just facts.”
She groans. “What’s your problem?”
“I have no problem at all right now. I’m having the time of my life.” And I am. Watching her get all worked up is turning me the fuck on. She has no idea how tightly wound she is, but I want to watch her become undone. “I mean meeting you is a fantastic start to the week.”
Her lips twitch, she looks me over. “Well you know, you shouldn’t be paddle boarding around the lake without your shirt on looking like this because it's very inappropriate.”
“Oh, really?” I snort. “It's inappropriate for me to wear my swimsuit on this lake?”
“Yes,” she says. “You look way too … sexy,” she admits, groaning, but as she says it, she takes one step forward and I set back, because if we are inches apart I don’t trust myself not to pull that woman into a kiss.
But as I step back, I miss the mark, not realizing how close to the edge of the dock I am, and I find myself falling back, into the lake.
Lemon reaches for me, instinctively, her hand meeting mine as if wanting to help me back up, but my weight is no match for hers --and I pull her in with me.
As she falls into lake, her head hits the paddle board.
Shit.
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