Page 4 of The Last Date

Why did she have to be blonde? Up until eight years ago, I’d never been able to resist them.

In a heartbeat, I realized that if I ever hoped to have a real conversation with her, I would have to tear my eyes from her perfect deep pink nipples, her luscious toned legs, and the sweet, nearly hidden pink folds of her...

Spinning around, I faced the wall. “I’m so sorry. I thought it was just us guys out here.”

I heard shuffling, likely as she pulled on her suit, which reminded me to do the same. Sure, she was probably getting a very detailed view of my ass, but there was nothing else I could do.

“Um, I’m decent, I guess,” she said softly. Even her voice was pretty.

I turned around slowly to see her cheeks glowing a faint red, her hands twitching. Her blue bikini didn’t leave much to the imagination. Those curves, that lovely pale skin. She was so sexy I had to force myself to meet her eyes. In a blink, I realized that her gray-blue eyes were the sexiest part of her.

Sitting down on the creaky little day bed seemed the most non-threatening move. “I’m really sorry. My endless coffee hit me while I was changing,” I chuckled, gesturing to the tiny washroom. “I wasn’t hiding out here.”

“I know,” she said quickly. “It’s fine.”

“You must be Sasha?” I asked.

“Yes.”

My head shook. “The way Carter described you, I would have thought you were sixteen or something.”

“I’m twenty-one.” Her eyes instantly flared, as if she didn’t want me to think of her as a little girl. I certainly didn’t. Not with curves like that, and a sass that was begging for me to give her somewhere to direct that fire.

“Your dad mentioned that his daughter was off on a date tonight. I guess it didn’t go that well if you’re back so early.”

She shrugged, stretching the blue fabric as it fought to hold her breasts in place. “It was fine. We realized straight off that we didn’t click, so we just chilled out and had dinner.”

“Do you go on a lot of dates?” I didn’t even know why I asked.

“Yes,” she said, rolling her eyes as she leaned on the dresser. “Mom keeps setting me up with her friends’ sons. It’s exhausting.”

“Funny. Most mothers try to keep their daughters away from boys.”

“She says I have to learn the art of dating so that I can find the right one.” Sasha looked at me strangely. “Are you one of my father’s friends? I haven’t seen you at these parties before.”

“I’m Caspian’s little brother,” I smiled. Caspian had known her father Carter for years, so she must have seen him around. “Oakley.”

Standing slowly, I went over to shake her hand. She shook politely, looking up at me as the front of her thin bikini top revealed that she was either chilly or liked being so close to a big guy like me.

“You’re obviously out here to swim,” I said, releasing her hand. “Let’s go.” I held the door for her to be a gentleman, not t

o stare at that tight, round ass as it passed me.

Some of the guys had been swimming earlier, but they were all over at the tables now, laughing and eating the last of the grilled vegetables and burgers.

I had to admit, Carter was a pretty good cook on that barbecue, and had excellent taste in coffee. His wife was a bit of a pill, but his house was amazing. Now that I’d met his daughter, I could easily say that she was definitely his best creation, no matter how much he went on endlessly about his low-key investment corporations.

Hanging back, I watched as Sasha walked to the shallow end. She sat down, swinging her legs in gracefully before slipping into the water. She began paddling around, but I wanted to keep her on edge. Diving into the deep end, I glided through the water until I was up against those perfectly sculpted legs.

Letting my fingers skim the backs of her knees, I stood up in time to hear her adorable squeal.

“Sorry,” I said, giving her a wink.

We swam around a little, as I definitely clocked her staring at me. I gave her dad a nod as he glanced over, luckily when we were across the pool from each other. The light blue water was just cool enough to be refreshing as the heat of the day faded.

Sasha went over to lean on the steps, and I followed her. “Can I get you a drink?” I asked.

“No, thanks.”

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