Edward
It was hot. It was so fucking hot, and of course, the air conditioning didn't work in my piece of shit truck. "Three months," I mumbled to myself. It had become a mantra I repeated over and over again. Three more months, and I could go back to school – my last year of school. And then, I'd never have to clean a pool again.
I could have taken an internship in the city for the summer. Hell, I should have. But I needed the money I'd make this summer, and an unpaid internship sure as fuck wasn't going to pay the bills. NYU was expensive. And my partial scholarship was exactly that – partial. And then there was the nagging little fact that my dad needed me for the summer. He couldn't do all this shit by himself.
I looked down at the address of the first house before I pulled onto the road. This one was a new customer over on Ocean Drive. So, it was right on the water then. I never understood the need for a pool when you literally lived on the beach. When you could walk out the door and be on the sand – in the water. But that was the thing with rich-as-fuck people. The entire ocean wasn't enough. They always wanted more.
My dad had always catered to the wealthy in this town. Truth was that you fell into one of two categories here: the privileged, and the help. You were either served or you served. And I'd been serving my whole life.
And here's the thing – you'd think there would have been a bigger separation between the two classes. But there wasn't. The rich kids who lived here year round didn't go to private school. Nope. They went to public school right along with the rest of us. It was almost as if having more than everyone wasn't enough. Fuck no. They needed to flaunt it, too. And they did.
When I pulled up the drive, I had to check to make sure I was at the right place. The house was new. Brand fucking new from the looks of it. And huge. The house stood out because this town was full of old money, and the homes reflected that. Although, based on the look of this place, enough new money could buy you a ticket into their club.
There was an iron and wood privacy fence to the side of the house. Hopefully, I could get in and get out without having to talk to anyone. I grabbed the chemicals and supplies from the back of my truck and headed around. The gate was unlocked, just as I'd expected, and I laughed. They wanted us to know how much money they had, but god forbid we'd ever have to knock on the fucking door and ask them to let us in. I shook the jealousy off. Hadn't I just been happy I wouldn't have to even see them?
I was so taken aback by the sheer size and beauty of the infinity pool, I almost didn't see her. But there she was, all fucking legs and bare skin, and a sky blue bikini bottom covering her perfect ass.
I stared.
I couldn't help myself.
I mean, the pool was amazing, but it was nothing compared to her.
She never moved. It was almost as if she wanted me to stare, but then I noticed the cord from her earbuds attached to her phone, and I realized she couldn't hear me. She didn't even know I was there. So, I stood there. Frozen. Unsure of what to do, but knowing deep down that I didn't want to do anything except look at her.
But that was short lived.
It all happened in slow motion. She rolled over, the sun shining down on her body like a fucking spotlight, her wavy dark hair falling just above her naked tits. And her eyes met mine. Even through the glare of the sun, I could see that they were brown. She didn't even blink. She just smiled, pulling the buds from her ears before lifting her hands up to stretch. And still, I just stood there watching.
"What?" she asked, amusement lacing her sleepy voice. "You've never seen a naked woman?"
"I…I…" I stammered, looking down for the first time.
"They're just breasts," she said, laughing. And I couldn't help the embarrassment I felt at being caught staring. "They're nice right?"
"What?" I asked, my voice high with shock. "Yeah, I mean…I just…I'm sorry."
"For what? Looking at me? Or being caught?"
"I'm sorry," I repeated. "I didn't expect anyone to be here. I'm here to clean and treat the pool."
"I figured," she said. "It's the net. Kinda gave you away."
She still wasn't moving, at least, not that I could tell. And I wondered what kind of bullshit game she was trying to play. But I couldn't look at her, even though all I wanted to do was fucking look at her again.
"I can come back," I said. I mean it would suck, but I didn't know what else to do in that moment. I couldn't work while she was there. I mean, while she was there…and naked.
"God," she said, exasperated. "They're just fucking tits. Fleshy-fucking tissue on my chest. And I hate tan lines. But if it makes you more comfortable, I can cover them up."
I could see her move out of the corner of my eye. I didn't look, but I could tell she was reaching for something. "I don't know what it is about men," she continued. "It's not like we all don't know that you spend hours of your life doing nothing but looking at naked women online. And I know you were staring before, but there," she exclaimed with finality. "All covered up now. Happy?"
I looked up, sure she could see the mortification all over my face. I thought she'd be pissed, but she was still smiling. And something in her smile made me smile right back, and for a perfect moment, I forgot all about my embarrassment. Then, just like that, her smile grew. And I realized that there was actually something more beautiful than her naked body.
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A/N
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