Free Wet Dreamz by Bobbi Romans Page B

his Adam’s apple bobbed made her nipples wake and pop to high alert. She thought back though, and did vaguely remember Sam mentioning something about making arrangements for if she needed help, but she’d zoned out and missed the entire message.
    “Yes. I’m sorry, he did mention that.” She felt like an idiot, babbling as she was. “Would you care to come in for some coffee?”
    “No, I better go ahead and get a start on the pool before the heat really kicks up.”
    “Heat?” Had he noticed her nipples? How could he know?
    “Yeah. Weatherman said the humidity was supposed to get pretty gnarly today.”
    Oh snap. Heat as in summer hot, not horny housewife hot. Oops.
    “Well, okay then. Thanks for coming over,” she stated, about to shut the door, as he always used the side entrance to cart his chemicals.
    “Don’t forget—if you need help with anything while I’m here, all you gotta do is ask.” He gave her a panty-melting smile and headed down to his truck.
    She shut the door and headed for some coffee. And her spot in the kitchen, at the sink.
    Though he’d started early, and she wasn’t even through with her second cup of late-morning coffee, Billy had already gotten hot enough to shed his shirt and was wiping sweat from his forehead with his forearm. Oh, to be one of those lucky little beads of sweat sliding down his body.
    He’s hot, you idiot. Go offer him something cold to drink.
    She turned toward the fridge then remembered she was still in her robe. Hauling ass to her room she tossed the robe off and pilfered through her closet for something sexy, but not obviously sexy. Something that appeared like a normal outfit for her, but one that would grab his attention.
    And if you grab his attention, then what?
    She’d deal with that if it happened.
    It’s summer—you have a pool. Bikini time!
    She corralled the girls into the lavender triangles and wiggled her way into the matching bottoms with string ties and snagged a pool towel from the linen closet, tossing it over her shoulder. She’d have to thank her bestie Tiffany later for her advice to leave her hair natural over the course of the summer. She’d claimed too many last-minute beach/pool party invitations always came in to chance ruining a good weave. Sure, she might have the money to leave said possible pool party and get her hair redone, but she was a fidgeter, and the thought of spending hour after hour sitting in the salon chair broke her out in hives.
    Even though she was at her house, at her pool, and Billy had been nothing but nice and courteous, her nerves acted as if she were a sixteen-year-old girl heading out on her first date. Would he find her toned enough? Pretty? Would she give him a boner? Did the vixen from her past still live somewhere buried deep?
    Oh yeah. Drinks. Duh.
    What to take out? Tea.
    Yes, something innocent. Like I’m not going out to get my flirt-and-stare on.
    She balanced a tray with the drinks, opened the door, and tried to act all nonchalant as she headed toward a lawn chair and set the tray down on the small occasional table next to it.
    “Hi. The house got a little muggy, and I thought a swim was in order. Thirsty?” she asked, holding out one of the glasses, which already had cool beads of sweat running down it.
    “I’d love something cold. Thank you.” When he went to accept the glass, their knuckles brushed, and the spark from it zipped straight from her hands to her clit.
    Yowza.
    Billy tipped his head back and took several long sips of the iced tea. Several drops from the glass hit his chest and rolled down in a slow, languid motion. She had to fight the urge to follow the droplets down his body with her tongue. She was so busy staring at his waistband she hadn’t noticed he’d quit drinking and was watching her.
    Was that amusement she caught in his gaze?
    “Yeah. I think I’m going in for a few laps. I won’t mess up your cleaning or anything, will I?” Had he added chemicals? She