claire
“Claire, am I happy to see you?!”
I looked up from my lounge chair, already tense at the sound of his voice. Jordan was at the fence again, shirtless as always, his abs glistening and his face cocky.
"Jordan," I said in a low voice in an attempt to remain calm.
"Were you waiting for me?" He asked as his lips curved in a proud grin.
“I wasn’t,” I lied. Tom had left early this morning as usual, for another business meeting, and for the first time, I had been anticipating his departure.
He smirked. “You sure about that? Same bikini. Same lipstick. Same time.”
“Maybe I like routines.”
“Or maybe you like being watched.”
I lifted my drink and watched as he approached the poolside, the sight of him doing making my insides excited already.
I stood up slowly. “You shouldn’t be here
