A/N: I finally managed to muster up a new chapter! Hope you guys like it.

In the last three years or so, Dean's hair was kept short only because of Roman. He couldn't bear the sight of his bangs falling into his eyes, or even worse, his hair touching the back of his neck. Which was ironic, considering that Roman had a luscious dark mane that was so long that he had to keep it tied into a ponytail or a bun at all times. He explained it by claiming that long hair made Dean look like a hobo, while his own made him look like a million bucks – which was pretty much true. Plus, his wife would kill him if he cut it.

Dean didn't really care whether his hair was long or short, but he was too lazy to go to hairdressers, so Roman always had to drag him to the nearest salon and pay for his haircut once he deemed his look unacceptable.

But this time he went to get a haircut all by himself. And he even paid for it. Now all he needed was get a pair of swimming trunks and he was ready.

With a little help from Roman's "agents", or better said spies, he found out some interesting things about Miss Paquette. And one of them was that she went swimming in one of the indoor pools in the city every weekend. So he decided to be there too on Saturday.

Dean vaguely remembered the last time he went swimming: it was a few years ago, and it was in Los Angeles, when Roman wasn't such a big dog in the business and he could still afford to fly to the coast and spend a day on the beach with his buddy. Nowadays, he just preferred to stay in Vegas and do business maniacally instead of enjoying the potential luxury that his money could get him. That was one of the main things Dean didn't understand about him.

"Fuck", Dean muttered when he carefully dipped one foot into the water. He decided that jumping into the pool and shocking his organism would be better instead of getting in like an old man, so he did it, immediately hating himself and the entire world. He was never a big fan of any in-water activities or sports, but even in that moment, he had to admit that he could understand why Renee liked coming there to swim and relax a bit. The building was spacious and modern, so even just being there was really pleasant.

He slicked his hair back when he dived out, thinking that now that he was clean-shaven and had short hair, it would be hard for her to recognize him. Plus, he was half-naked, and every time she saw him, he was clad in heavy, dark clothes.

After swimming around the pool for what felt like an eternity, but was only about fifteen minutes in reality, he spotted her coming out of the showers, in her little white bikini, gracefully walking towards the pool. She was sensuality, attitude and elegance all rolled up into one beautiful woman. Dean's dick lurched inside his trunks as he watched her hips sway from one side to another with each step she took. He couldn't help but want to fuck her right there, in that moment.

And then she looked at him. And she immediately stopped in her tracks. Her face went pale and her eyes widened. And Dean was pretty sure that his expression mirrored hers.

He could almost feel his heart dropping to his feet. The possibility that she would recognize him the exact second she sees him wasn't something he had thought about. He watched her in shock as she took a few more careful steps towards the pool, her eyes not leaving his face for even a moment.

"Are you fucking stalking me?" her voice was low and full of anxiety.

"No… I'm not, really", Dean tried putting on his most innocent face. "I swear. I didn't expect you here."

She didn't say anything after that. She just kept looking at him with her lips tightened into a thin line. Dean started to feel uneasy – helpless, almost. He needed fresh, convincing lies, quick.

"I usually work out on Saturday mornings, but for some reason my favorite gym was so cramped today that I decided to go swimming instead. I couldn't have known that you would show up here."

"You found out where I live without even knowing my name, so I expect anything from you at this point." Her voice shook, which surprised him. "Why can't you just leave me alone, man?" She shot him a helpless, nearly desperate look which made his insides clench before turning her back to him and walking away.

He couldn't leave it like this. He quickly climbed out of the pool, approaching her. He suddenly started feeling like a massive asshole and it started to dawn on him how fucked up this whole thing was, but that was exactly why he needed to talk to her. "Renee… please", he touched her shoulder, but she shook it off, visibly disturbed. She wouldn't even look at him.

"Don't touch me."

He immediately withdrew his hand. "Sorry, I…" He was at a loss for words for a moment. "Just… please, listen to me. I know that you think that I'm some creepy stalker, and you definitely have reasons to believe so. But you also have to know that I started looking for you only because I thought that you were really interesting, even at the very beginning. I'm just now realizing that I've been fucking up everything. I took you for a challenge and made no effort in understanding how you've been feeling in this whole thing because I was too busy justifying my own actions… shitty actions. So… I'm really sorry for everything."

It took her a moment to respond after hearing Dean's monologue. "I don't deserve this shit and I'd love to tell you to fuck off, but I feel like you're being honest for the first time since we met."

"I am", he immediately confirmed. "This time for real."

She shook her head. "It's just that… this is all very confusing. I'm not even sure if I actually know when when you're telling the truth and when you're lying. And I don't want to risk anything."

"I'll tell you nothing but truth from now on, I promise."

"From now on?"

"Well, I'd love to have a dinner with you." He smiled a bit, hoping for the best. She sighed.

"What's your name?"

He was slightly put off by her ignoring his proposal, but he didn't want to insist on anything. "Dean." Then he remembered. "Well, actually, Jonathan, but almost everybody calls me Dean. But you can call me Jon, or whatever you want."

"Okay, Jon… I'll give you one chance. And if you blow it, you will disappear from my life. Completely. Is that clear?"

He nodded eagerly. "Yes, ma'am. So… tonight at eight?"

That cracked a small smirk from her. "Pick me up at my place."

"I will." He could swear she glanced at his abs before heading back to the pool.

He never felt as relieved as in that moment.