“Well hello Working Girl,” he purrs, swimming in a circle around me. When he pauses, he's even closer, our bodies just inches apart. I reach out and put a hand on his chest, intending to push him away. Instead, as soon as my hand makes contact with his flesh, we both sigh.
“I'm not having sex with you,” I say, pursing my lips firmly. And I mean it. I won’t let myself get swept up in the Idols and their charisma. It's just not going to happen. If I decide to have sex, it'll be on my terms, and in my time. Tonight is not that time.
Zayd chuckles at me, but manages to keep his howling laughter to a minimum. The last thing I'd want is for the camp counselors to stumble on us out here. What a scandal that would be. Dad would most certainly kill me.
“Hey,” Zayd says, flashing me another grin. “Don't make that decision just yet. We have a whole two weeks out here. A lot can happen two weeks.” He starts swimming toward the center of the lake, gesturing for me to follow after him.
When I first started at Burberry Prep, there's no way I would've joined in. I was too unsure of myself in the water, and I could barely do a dog paddle. But even though Harper and Becky have done their best to make PE a nightmare for me, I've actually learned some valuable skills.
I swim after Zayd’s ass, until we’re both bobbing in the center of the lake, spinning in slow circles and taking in the majesty of the camp and the trees around us. The moonlight highlights the water, casting a silver glow, and taking the evening from mundane to spectacular.
The next time Zayd swims so close to me, his eyes are soft, but the tension between us is still white-hot.
“If I promise not to take it too far …” He begins, reaching out and pulling me to him. I put my palms on his chest, and keep a safe distance between our bodies. But when Zayd dips his head to mine, our lips brush together, and I open my mouth to let him in.
His hands slide down my back, and cup my ass, pulling me closer. Without meaning to, I wrap my legs around him. Our bodies are sandwiched together, with nothing between us. His mouth works on mine, his tongue hot and demanding. A moan escapes my lips; it's a small, quiet sound, but it echoes across the surface of the lake, and I feel my cheeks heat with a blush. I push away from him, and he lets me go, falling behind me as I swim back to shore and climb out.
My ass is already in view before I realize I should've told him to turn around. It's a little too late now though, so I saunter up the beach like I intended to let him see, grab my clothes and get dressed.
“Thanks for the view,” he says grinning as he too rises out of the water and flashes me. As soon as my shirt’s pulled over my head, I slink back to my cabin, crawl in bed, and dream about rocker boys with incredible kisses.A few weeks later, there’s another Infinity Club party at the lodge. This time, it’s not quite so cold, so the party’s spilled down the hill and into the water. The girls are dressed is mismatched bikini tops and bottoms, while the guys don colorful swim shorts, creating a splash of brightness against the endless blue of the lake.
When the Idol boys offer to play me at poker, I decline. I learned my lesson last time, and I’m not about to repeat that mistake. Things are going well for me right now, and I’m not about to mess that up by putting myself in debt. I have yet to fulfill my end of the deal with Creed, but I still don’t know anything about Miranda and her dating habits.
Part of me hopes I never do, so I don’t have to tell her brother. Maybe one day he’ll just stumble onto the information on his own, then my debt will be null and void, and I won’t have to share secrets.
It’s worth a thought.
“I still don’t quite get the Infinity Club or what it is,” I confess to Lizzie as we sit in chairs on the edge of the shore, watching people splash around in the water. Her fiancé is out there, making an ass out of himself, and she frowns. I notice her eyes go to Tristan whenever he enters a room, and I have to fight back a strange mix of jealousy and pity. Lizzie should be able to date whoever she wants, regardless of her parents’ wishes. But … also, I think I kind of like Tristan now?
