Page 89 of My Heart Still Beats
Present Day…
I already took my plunge early this morning with Braden, but I’ll do another so Tessa can see that it doesn’t kill me.
We walk into the resort to the workout room, where Spencer is waiting for us.
“Mr. Black,” he says. “There you are.”
“Hello, Spencer. This is Tessa Logan.”
Tessa holds out her hand.
Spencer shakes it. “Very nice to meet you.” He rakes his gaze over her body, of course.
Everyone does. Menandwomen. It’s beginning to irk me, even though I’m guilty of it myself.
“Ms. Logan and I would like to take a cold plunge.”
“Yes. I’ve got everything ready as you instructed,” Spencer says.
I take Tessa’s hand, and together we follow Spencer through the gym, out onto the deck adjacent to the workout area.
“Fifty-five degrees?” Spencer asks.
“It’s the only way I fly,” I say.
Tessa is chewing on her lower lip. “I don’t know, Ben.”
“Try it for three minutes. You’ll be amazed at how much better it gets after just the first minute. Spencer will tell you when the first minute is up, right, Spencer?”
“Absolutely, whatever you want.”
“And I’m going to go first.”
“Didn’t you say you and Braden already did one?” she asks.
“Yeah, we did. We both went eleven minutes today. Braden, of course, was determined to not let me beat him in anything.” I resist an eye roll. “But I don’t expect you to do anything without watching me do it first, so I’ll do five minutes this time, and you’ll see how easy it is for me, and you’ll have no problem with three minutes.”
Tessa draws in a breath, and then, to my surprise, she removes the sarong tied around her chest, revealing an amazing bright-red bikini.
I suck in a breath.
I’ve seen her in a bikini before, but this one is scant. Her tits are nearly falling out of the top. And the bottom? It’s a thong.
Oh my God.
Not something I expected Tessa to wear.
I unbutton my shirt and toss it on the back of a chair, right next to Tessa’s sarong.
Spencer pulls the thermometer out of the tub and glances at it. “Good news for you, Ms. Logan. It’s actually at fifty-seven.”
She scoffs. “Like I’m going to be able to tell that it’s two degrees warmer.”
“You’d be surprised,” Spencer says. “But since you’ve never done it before, no, you probably won’t be able to notice.”
“But I will,” I say. “It’ll be slightly easier for me.”
Spencer holds up his stopwatch. “I’ve got the timer ready, Mr. Black. Five minutes, you said?”
