Page 8 of Amour Fou
After a few short seconds I break the surface of the water, running my hands over my face and brushing the hair from my forehead. When I open my eyes, I see the woman who has been occupying my mind this entire day, sitting at the edge, legs dangling over the side.
“Hey.” A brief smile crosses her face. She leans back on one hand, the black chiffon of her swim shirt falling open, exposing her midriff to me. My eyes momentarily flick down to roam the toned golden skin of her perfect body, and when I lift them to look back at her, she smiles around the glass of wine in her hand, raising an eyebrow at me.
Alyssa takes a sip of her red wine, then finally settles the glass beside her. Her long legs gently dancing through the water, creating ripples that travel towards me.
“Can I get in or… is this a one-person pool.”
This is a bad idea… I need to leave. But do I? No… instead, I simply say, “Do what you want.” Before my brain can stop me.
Standing from her seated position, I watch Alyssa shed her top, walking to the lounger and resting it on the arm of the seat before making her way back to the pool. Her toes curl over the ceramic edge and she dives in, piercing the water with perfect form.
I don’t move from my position, even when she crests the surface of the water, her long red hair slicked back with beads of water scaling over her face, before she runs her fingers over her eyes. When she opens them, and I stare into the bright azure colour of her iris’s, I’m frozen on the spot, because this woman… is fucking breathtaking.
“Fuck, the water is cold.” Her perfect giggle bouncing off the walls and echoing around me.
I glide my arms back and forth through the water—not that I need to, I’m tall enough where I don’t need to tread it. I just need something to do with my hands and arms, so I don’t reach out for her.
“Do you not like me?” She steps closer.
“I don’t know you enough to form an opinion.”
“I don’t know you enough to—” She mimics me with an exaggerated version of my voice, screwing her face up and groaning. “That’s how you get to know someone, y’know, by talking.”
I nod once. “I never would’ve guessed that, Alyssa.”
“Oh, he makes a joke.”
“What do you want, exactly?”
“I don’t know, some fun. Would that be so bad?”
The way her hooded eyes are pinned on me in this moment is enough to tell me what she wants, what she came here for. Her being this close to me is extremely dangerous, because I don’t know if I’ll be able to restrain myself from touching her if she continues looking at me the way she is. Moving closer, her eyes scan over my body, taking in every inch of me.
Leave, Zeke.
Alyssa moves her hand towards me, but I don’t give her the ability to touch me because I snatch her wrist in my left hand. Her ocean eyes pierce my brown ones, and I find myself focusing on how her soft, creamy skin feels beneath the callouses on my palms. I watch her take another step forward, our bodies only a hairs width apart—the smell of her honeysuckle and citrus shower gel invading my senses.
“Don’t.” My command—even though I want it to be loud—is weak and pathetic. An order she wholly ignores, because the fingertips of her free hand skim along the space just above my boxers.
A smile gradually curves her plump lips, and as she takes another step closer, her body is practically pressed against me. “Don’t… what?”
“Have you read your contract?”
“Mhm,” she hums, nodding once. “Your point?”
“No fraternisation between staff, it’s the one and only rule.”
She smiles even broader now, and I realise I still have a hold of her wrist. “If you want to touch me you can, I don’t mind. I won’t tell if you don’t.” Lifting an elegant finger to her chest, she makes a cross over her heart.
Fuck.
The desire dripping from her statement causes a shiver to run up my back. “Alyssa,” I sigh, fighting the urge to kiss her.
“Zeke.” She mimics my tone.
If she keeps saying my name like that, I’ll buckle.
“You seem a little uptight. Sometimes… rules are meant to be broken… no?”
