Free Indecent Encounter: The Silverhaus Affair by M. S. Parker

She would’ve missed the surprise completely if Jamison hadn’t pointed it out.
    No sooner had I thought this, than I popped my head above the water for a breath and I saw her stretched out in one of the lounge chairs. I finished the lap to give myself a moment to collect myself, and then swam over to the wall in front of her.
    “I’m surprised to see you here,” I said as I propped my arms on the edge of the pool.
    “I told you I was an early riser.” She gripped her coffee with both hands, and held it to her inviting lips as if she were using the thick porcelain mug to hide her shyness. “Besides this is a nice place to drink my coffee.”
    “The water will wake you up quicker than coffee,” I told her. “Come on in, I’m just getting started.”
    I noticed her cheeks turn a bright red, as she glanced back at the servants’ quarters. Her reaction made me wonder how much experience she’d had with men. Her innocence was an appealing thought. I could open her world to all kinds of new sexual experiences if she’d give me the chance. I caught her eyes again, but she shied away from the look and sipped her coffee instead.
    Bedroom eyes. On anyone else those would be called bedroom eyes. On Chelsea, however, they were more. They were deep oceans I suspected could shipwreck lovesick boys. She was one of those innocent heartbreakers who probably didn’t even realize her own power. One look was enough to elicit fantasies of her draped in nothing but her silky black hair.
    Oh what I’d love to do to that delicious, lithe body. It cried out to be touched and caressed…and fucked. Oh, damn. I needed to stop . If she knew what I was thinking, she’d probably slap me. Yet, she was completely unaware of her effects, and sat with her shoulders hunched down as if she didn’t really want to be noticed. I didn't understand it.
    “Are you telling me you just came here to watch?” I asked. “I’ve heard some people really like that.” I wiggled my brows just to razz her more than I already had.
    She scowled and said, “You gave me an open invitation to use the pool.”
    “That’s right, you just have to swim with me this morning and then the pool’s all yours whenever you want it.”
    She pursed her lips, inhaled a breath, and deliberately set her coffee mug on the small table next to her lounger. As she moved, my eye caught a slight tremble in her hand. She stood up from the lounge chair and shimmied out of her jeans. It was a good thing I was leaning against the side of the pool. The sight of her long legs stepping out of her jeans was enough to arouse me again.
    She left on a pair of black, cotton panties that hugged the curve of her ass, dipping low on her hips and a t-shirt with the faded logo of a popular band across her breasts. I liked it. My breath caught in my throat at the thought of how the t-shirt would look wet. My cock twitched. The fabric was thin. And white. Damn . It twitched again. Jesus, woman, you’re killing me .
    I watched in awe as Chelsea took a few quick steps toward the edge and dove over me into the pool. A few seconds later, she popped up out of the water and slicked back her hair.
    I stared at her, and she grinned. “What? You never said I had to be naked.”
    Damn. She was right.
    “Fair enough, but all of that clothing is just going to create drag. You’ll never beat me in a race that way,” I said.
    To my disappointment, she stayed far enough under the water that I couldn’t get a good look at the wet t-shirt. It billowed out with the buoyancy of the water instead of clinging to her skin. Damn you, buoyancy .
    The disappointment must’ve been readable on my face, because she laughed and took off across the pool with long, sure strokes. I caught up with her and tugged on her foot but she kicked free and kept swimming. After a few more laps, I grabbed her foot again and worked my hands up her calf. When my fingers brushed the back of her thigh she stopped in the middle of the