Page 8 of Seductive Swimmer
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Alex
It’s been four days since I last saw my mystery woman. Four days of going to the pool each morning, four days of disappointment and growing frustration. Granted, there may be a valid reason for her absence, but that doesn’t change the fact that I want to see her.
This ridiculous need to see a complete stranger again is bizarre to me. I don’t chase women. It quite simply does not happen, ever. I wish it were as simple as forgetting about her and moving on, but I can’t. Even though we’ve barely spoken a handful of words to each other, she intrigues me. There’s a pull in my gut that I’ve never felt before.
She is fueling my fantasies every night and tormenting my thoughts every day. And I don’t even know her fucking name.
Finally, bright and early Monday morning, there she is. I see her out of the corner of my eye when I’m mid-lap. She sees me, I know she does. Why else would she again choose the far lane at the other end of the pool from me instead of the one closer to me, where she usually swims. It has become clear that her absence last week and her choice of lane is because she’s trying to avoid me, but I don’t think it’s because she doesn’t want to be near me. Quite the opposite, I think my mystery girl is just as drawn to me as I am to her. The difference is, where I want to get to know her, she seems nervous to even come close to me. When I reach the end of my lap I pause for a drink of water, and casually look over in her direction.Excellent.I catch her looking at me, and I smile, tipping my water bottle in her direction. She looks away quickly but not before I see her blush. With just that one glance I’m satisfied that our brief interaction last week has seemed to have an affect on her, just as it did me.
With that resolved, I ruthlessly push her from my mind and finish my workout, pushing my muscles beyond their limit to prove my self-control to myself. She might stir some unfamiliar feelings inside of me, but this is more than simply wanting what I can’t have. My naturally curious nature drives me forward, needing more from her, needing answers for why this particular woman is affecting me so completely.
When I finally lift my tired body from the water, she’s towelling herself off with her back to me.Now or never.I inhale deeply and push out a steady breath. It’s time.
What happened, or rather didn’t happen between us last week made it obvious to me that I need a different approach with her. It’s clear my usual charm and flirting won’t work. She wasn’t impressed by my Olympic history, and no matter how strong her physical attraction to me may be, she’s not willing to act on that attraction. Yet.
I watch carefully to see if she’s headed for the hot tub or the locker room, and when it’s clear she’s heading straight to the showers I alter my course to cross paths. Coming up beside her, I try a casual approach.
“I was starting to worry you were going to abandon me and our early morning swims forever.”
Too late, I realize she still has her ear plugs in, and clearly didn’t hear my approach. When she startles and looks at me, she lives up to what I already consider her adorable clumsy side. Her arms start to windmill as she slips on the wet floor. Automatically my arms shoot out to stabilize her. Because of our close proximity, the movement brings the side of her body into close contact with the front of mine, and the light brush of her hips against my cock has it stirring even within the confines of my swim trunks instantly. Nothing more than a layer of spandex separates me from her skin, and I can tell by the way she freezes, and the wild set to her eyes that she can feel me. Slowly she pulls out her ear plugs. She licks her lips and I stifle a groan, my hips involuntarily pushing into her side even more.
“Oh my God, is that your…oh. Wow.” She fumbles over her words, and a delightful flush covers her cheeks.
“It’s a natural reaction to your beauty.” I shrug, trying to make it clear I’m not embarrassed in hopes that it eases her discomfort. Unfortunately, it clearly doesn’t. Her eyes are darting everywhere, so I loosen my grip. As I expected, she takes a step back, but when she doesn’t immediately walk away I take the opportunity to drink her in.
Up close, she’s even more stunning. Bright green eyes and that long hair in a braid that hangs down her back. Her lips have a perfect curve to them, and she has a dark freckle just below her right eye. She’s sexy in a wholesome, understated way, and nothing like the women I’ve been with in the past. Perhaps that’s part of the allure. Whatever it is, now that I’ve felt her body under my hands, my desire for her — no, my need for her — is growing by leaps and bounds. Watching her eyes travel the length of my body and not touching her again is torture, but somehow I hold back.
Her eyes finally meet mine, but only for a second before her gaze drops down again. But the fire I saw there gives me a fleeting hope that she’s finally going to give me a chance. That hope is dashed with the next words out of her mouth.
“I…I need to go.”
She slips away and disappears into the women’s locker room. I take a step as if to follow her before realizing I can’t.
“Damnit.” I slap my hand against the wall. How did she get away again? I swear to God, if I don’t see her tomorrow, I don’t know what I’ll do. She’s driving me to distraction, making me act like a lovesick fool over someone I don’t even know.
Yet, now I’m even more determined. Somehow, I need to get this jumpy little bird to stay still long enough to see I’m not the big bad wolf, or someone to be afraid of. I’m just a man who happens to be very attracted to her and determined to move this out of the pool and into the real world.
I head into the office a little later than usual that morning. I know Brayden has the meeting with Savannah the accountant today, and I’d like to be there to introduce myself. But after what happened this morning at the pool, I needed an extra long shower at home. A shower that started hot but ended freezing cold to try and abate my lust. As the dual jets pounded into my skin, I couldn’t resist the temptation to take things into my own hands. Images of her, coupled with the sensory memory of her warm skin under my hands, had me coming with a shout within moments. After, while watching the evidence of my desire for this woman wash away down the drain, I came to one grudging conclusion. She has me tied up in knots, preoccupied and borderline obsessed. I either need to find another pool and force myself to move on, or I need to find a way to get what I want.
With the shower barely taking the edge off, I found myself pulling on my boxer briefs and then dropping down to the floor for a grueling set of push-ups and sit-ups. That helped slightly, as did the second cold shower I took afterwards to rinse off. By the time I’m in a car being driven to the office, I’ve got some semblance of self control and can face the rest of my day without an uncomfortable hard-on.
Now I’m here, dressed in a suit and ready to focus my energy on business. I’m eager to hear from Brayden about how the meeting with the new accountant went. Until we have some answers as to what’s happening at Fortune, we can’t move ahead with our expansion plans. All goes well for the first couple of hours. I work through several reports and have a successful conference call with members of the team at our flagship restaurant. Then, as I walk to the front desk to drop off some paperwork for our receptionist to scan and file, the earth shifts on its axis.
My little bird is here. In my office. Wearing a tight as fuck black skirt and deep blue blouse that shows off the curve of her tits to perfection. I’ve seen her wearing much less fabric on her body at the pool, yet this outfit, the perfect combination of classy and sexy, makes my heart stop beating.
Why the fuck is she here, and why the fuck is Brayden smiling at her like that? If my best friend wasn’t happily married, I might have to rearrange his face. As it is, there is a thread of jealousy working through me that is both unfamiliar and uncomfortable.
Brayden looks up and sees me. If he notices the fact that I’m frozen in place he doesn’t let it show. But I see the second she realizes I’m there. Her eyes widen, and that luscious pink color covers her chest. She obviously was not expecting to see me here, either. After all, it’s the first time we’ve seen each other in clothes. If only I meant that in the way I wish I did.
“Alex, come and meet Savannah.”
Shit.She’s the accountant.That realization smacks into me with a heavy thud. Things just got complicated. Not impossible, just…complicated.
I force my body to move and plaster a smile on my face that I hope is professional enough to fool Brayden. He doesn’t need to know that I lust after our new employee.
“Savannah. Welcome to the DC Group, I’m Alexander Devlin.” I shake her hand, noting her grasp is cool but strong.
“I, ah, thank you, Mr. Devlin,” she stammers out.
“Please, call me Alex.” I can’t resist a wink. Her flush rises to her cheeks and she looks away. I see her chest heave as she takes in a deep breath.
Brayden carries on, and I’m relieved he hasn’t picked up on the mounting tension. He escorts Savannah to the elevator, and I realize she’s about to leave — again.
“Thanks again for coming in, Savannah. I’ll make sure you have those files and access sent over by the end of today.”
She nods, and Brayden turns and gives me a curious look as he heads back to his office. When the elevator door opens, Savannah darts in and I don’t hesitate to follow her. The doors close on us, and I turn to her.
“Hello, Savannah.”
