Page 20 of Forbidden Kisses
Duncan looked around. "All right, I suppose I could bring my phone and then do the call from here," he said. "I'll go change. I'll be back in ten minutes."
I bit the inside of my cheek. I felt awkward, and not just because the man was impossibly hot. I wasn't sure what to do.
Should I stay? Should I go? I felt like I was interrupting their father-son time.
"Want me to leave earlier?" I asked.
He shook his head. "No. I don't know how long the call will take, and I'd like you to keep an eye on Jeremy."
"Okay."
"Is that fresh juice?" He pointed to Jeremy's cup.
"Yes."
He stepped closer, bending at the waist and picking up the cup. He was dressed to the nines. I got a glimpse of his neck as he gulped down the drink. Even that was sexy. Goose bumps covered my skin just from watching him before he headed upstairs with a wave. How on earth was I going to react when I saw him wearing swim trunks?
He came back down ten minutes later, as promised, and I got my answer. Jeremy and I were in the pool again. I noticed Duncan approaching us before Jeremy did. The man looked absolutely incredible. He had a twelve-pack or something—it was definitely a hell of a lot more than just a six-pack. His chest was mouthwatering with a light smattering of hair. I imagined how those muscles would feel under my fingers or my lips. I’d map them with great care, moving up his shoulders and down his arms. I couldn't get enough of them. And his legs were just as toned as his arms.
He put his phone on the table between my cup and Jeremy's, then walked toward the edge of the pool. I heard a few giggles and looked over my shoulder. Two women were ogling himwith their heads together, whispering. I felt an insane jealousy coursing through me.
Oh, wow.That was new and uncalled for. I didn't remember ever being jealous before. Lucky me that it would happen now, with the father of the boy I was nannying. I was clearly losing my mind.
Duncan raised his arms and dove into the pool. Then he swam right next to me.
"Dad, you're here," Jeremy called. He’d reached the top of the slide. "Watch me."
"I wouldn't miss it," he said.
I concentrated on Jeremy as well. Once again, I felt self-conscious about my bikini. It was a bit more revealing than what everyone else was wearing.
Duncan came even closer, and our arms brushed. That brief contact was enough to send my senses into a tailspin.
I drew in a deep breath, and even through the pungent smell of disinfectant around the pool, I still could smell Duncan's aftershave. I peeked at him out of the corner of my eye, but his gaze was fixed on Jeremy.
Jeremy slid down the next second, landing in the water perfectly with his feet forward. He managed to keep his head afloat this time.
"See, I did it, Riley!" he exclaimed, then walked toward Duncan.
The pool wasn't deep on this side; the water reached to Jeremy's chin, which was perfect. Still, I understood Duncan's request to watch him at all times because the other side of the pool was over his head. Even so, all types of accidents could happen in and around pools that had nothing to do with the depth of the water.
"Well done," Duncan said.
"Can you show me the butterfly stroke again? I wanted to show it to Riley earlier, but I forgot the steps."
"Sure, buddy." Duncan looked around once. His eyes seemed to gloss over me completely. That was a relief. I'd been afraid that he would be annoyed by my swimwear, but he didn't even seem to notice it.
My stomach rolled in disappointment. Crap, I had no business being upset that my employer wasn't considering me attractive. It was a good thing.
I walked over to the edge of the pool, watching Duncan and Jeremy. Jeremy was staring at his dad with utmost attention. My mouth watered at the sight before me because somehow Duncan seemed a million times sexier when doing the butterfly stroke. Clearly, he swam often, moving with grace through the water. He dunked his head every time, and when he came back up, he didn't gasp for air; he took an elegant intake of breath before dunking again. I could watch him for hours.
Apparently, so could Jeremy, who'd moved closer to me. "Isn't Dad amazing? I don't know how he does it."
"Does he swim often?" I asked.
"Oh yeah, every day."
"Well, then, he’s had a lot of practice."
