Page 245 of Daddy, Take Me Away
Sure enough, Zoë’s great grandmother is walking poolside in the tiniest bathing suit I’ve ever seen. It’s so tiny, I feel like a pervert looking at her.
I clear my throat. There is a string around the woman’s neck that supports two tiny triangles that cover her nipples and that’s all.
And two more strings that hold an only slightly larger triangle over her… pubic area. And those two strings meet in the back at the crack of great grandma’s ass and disappear between two wrinkled, yet surprisingly shapely bottom cheeks.
The guests dotting various loungers and tables all look uncomfortable and no one but ‘Gran- Gran’ is swimming in the pool.
Great-Granny does a cannonball with a whoop that reminds me of her granddaughter and I smile. No one should ever stop someone having this good of a time at her age. But my other guests don’t share this opinion clearly.
“How about a compromise?”
“What kind of compromise?”
I don’t answer him because I can’t stand the guy and I hate that he’s ever touched Zoë. Instead, I head to Gran-Gran, who’s just risen from the pool, looking like the cat that ate the canary because an older gentleman with two young, disapproving acquaintances, shoots her a wink.
He’s probably twenty years her junior, but I get the appeal. There’s something about the Wayz women.
“Ms. Wayz, may I have a word?”
The older woman looks me up and down, making me feel a little like a piece of meat, and then nods.
“For a dish like you, certainly,” she says and saunters over with the swagger of a woman who knows she’s got the attention of everyone in the area.
I pick up her towel and wrap it around her shoulders. “Ms. Wayz?—”
“Call me Aggie, all my best boys do.”
I grin, setting my hands on my hips. “I know where Zoë got her charm from now.”
“She’s something, ain’t she? Sweet, witty, and clever.” She leans closer to me, rubbing herself dry with the towel. “With the bonus of being a real looker.”
I nod.
But then she frowns a little, tossing the towel on the lounger. “Too bad her sister didn’t get a few of those traits.”
I glance in the direction she’s looking only to see a woman in a yellow bikini, lying flat on a lounger in the shade with a huge hat covering her face. Mark’s next to her, pretending to read some pretentious book, that I’ve noticed he hasn’t turned a single page of, this whole time. “He really wrecked her, huh?”
“They both did. Fiona’s no angel in this.” She shoots the couple the side-eye. “But they’re better suited, those two. They both care too much about appearances, but I’m praying they’ll mature soon.”
I try my best not to huff at that, because in my experience selfish people like that never change.
“My Zoë didn’t intend to become this big social influencer, you know, it just happened. And she’s not completely comfortable with it.”
“She’s exactly the kind of woman that should influence others though. She’s warm, funny and real.”
Aggie smiles warmly at me, patting my arm. “Fiona’s always loved being the center of attention but not my Zoë, she’s always let others shine. So while I’m sorry she got hurt, I’m glad she’s not marrying him. Zoë needs a different sort of man.”
She eyes me again and one of those eyes narrows to assess me. “Someone driven and assertive. A take charge kind of man, that can handle her spark and encourage it, rather than overshadow it, or attempt to.”
“I agree,” I reply, with a nod. Looking at him again, I shake my head. He probably proposed to Zoë Wayz, the trademark, not the actual woman.
“Now, Aggie, how would you like to stay in my personal villa? It has its own pool and private beach where you can wear whatever you like, which includes nothing at all if you so choose, and there will be no one to give you disapproving looks.”
Now both her eyes narrow on me. “Is this like that movie Indecent Proposal? Are you gonna pay my family big bucks to keep me as your sex bunny for this trip?”
I almost choke, but recover quickly when she bursts out laughing. “I’m just kidding, big man. I like my men younger, but not fresh out of diapers, ya know.”
“Aggie, I assure you I haven’t worn diapers in over thirty years.”
