It was nine at night and Aidan was out with clients, so I was aimlessly wandering the house. I didn’t know what to do with myself. Celia was working and Phoebe was with Oscar.
One minute I was walking down long empty hallways, the next I was standing in familiar, warm, chlorinated air. The pool looked so inviting compared to the wandering. With a quick scan of the changing room, I found only men’s swim shorts. The water looked so nice though.
Ideas began to turn in my head. Mrs. White and Jay were done for the evening. Rachel was visiting family for the night. I was alone.
"Oh, to hell with it." My words echoed against the empty walls.
Stripping down to my bra and underwear, I jumped into the water. On my fourth lap, I stopped to catch my breath.
"Well, well." My head snapped over. Aidan was standing on the side of the pool with a mischievous grin on his face. I sunk down into to the water, hiding my body.
"Why is it that you only take your clothes off when I’m gone?" He walked around the edge of the pool as I continued wading further away. "What do I have to do to get you to do this when I’m around?" He laughed, picking up my jeans and flashing a very toothy smile.
"Shut up," I laughed as my cheeks warmed with embarrassment. Crossing my arms over my chest, I put on my serious face. "Get out of here so I can get out."
"Hell no," he responded chuckling. "I wouldn’t miss this for the world."
"Aidan, it’s not funny anymore. Get out or turn around." I tried to be mad, but it was such a funny situation. He was always catching me in my underwear.
He smirked and took off his tie. Then unbuttoned his shirt and took it off. Before I could fully process what he was doing, he was removing his pants.
"What are you –?" He stood in just boxers for a moment before doing a cannonball into the water.
He came up from under the water next to me and pulled me under with him. No longer concerned about underwear, we played around in the pool.
"What time is it?" Looking to the large wall clock, it was almost midnight. "You should be in bed." I taunted.
"I would much rather watch you get out of the pool." He laughed.
"Loser," I teased, swimming to the edge of the pool. I looked over the edge of the pool wall and saw that his white shirt was close enough for me to grab. Standing waist deep, I leaned out, just a little, and grabbed the shirt.
"Hey, that’s cheating!" The splash of fast swimming got closer.
I jumped out with the shirt wrapped around me.
"Ha ha!" I performed a victory dance. "I’m so much smarter than you." Lost in my own victory, it took me a moment to notice him staring at me. I stopped. "What?"
"Nothing," he smiled wide and climbed out of the pool.
Okay, so Aidan with a bare chest was amazing. Aidan wet and in swim trunks was phenomenal. However, wet Aidan in boxer shorts clinging to his muscular body, resting low on his hips, was just torture. The urge to lick beads of chlorinated water from his stomach and continue my way down was strong – very strong.
Furrowing my brow, I started to pick up my clothes. His arms wrapped around my waist and, with a sudden movement, he tossed me back into the pool.
"Ha ha," he chuckled "I’m so much smarter than you!" he imitated my victory dance.
My mind already swirling with revenge, I climbed out of the pool.
"Paybacks are a bitch, Iverson."
I pulled off the white shirt. His laughter immediately stopped and his eyes widened. I tossed the wet shirt at him; it landed in his face with a smack. Grabbing my clothes, once again, I walked out of the pool room in my very wet and revealing bra and underwear. Thank God they were blue and not white.
My feeling of victory lasted until I was out of his sight. I took off running, knowing he would try to get me back. Plus, with the amount of sexually charged tension between us, it would only end in a huge complicated mess.
Standing under the hot water I could hear Aidan moving around the bedroom. I got out and pulled my pajamas on. Surely he was waiting to get in the shower. I walked out of the bathroom and almost fainted.
With his back to me, he stood in nothing at all. He was halfway in his closet with the dim light cascading over his shoulders and ass. Oh, that amazing ass. Biting my lip and internally moaning, I walked back into the bathroom.
After splashing cold water on my face – repeatedly, I was still worked up. Reaching in my cosmetics bag, I pulled out my tweezers, quickly plucking some stray eyebrow hairs. Hah! That brought me down a little.