Page 58 of Trading Paint
Ilaidawake most of the night, as did Jameson. No one could sleep with Spencer and his goddamn snoring. I was ready to kill him around two that morning.
“This is ridiculous!” I yelled covering my face with a pillow.
Jameson laughed beside me. “Let’s go swimming.”
That sounded like a wonderful idea to me. I jumped out of bed with more pep than necessary and was in the pool before he even made it to the door.
“I take it you wanted to swim.” He laughed stepping into the water. I looked away since he was in fact in just his underwear.
So was I but I think I was more distracted by him.
He swam closer, smiling at me.
“You’re wearing your underwear.” His smile grew wider.
“I’m wearing my bra and underwear.” I repeated when his had reached out and grabbed my ass. “What’s with you?”
“Sorry.” He gave a shy smile pulling away. “I’m horny.”
“Then maybe you should go take care of something.”
“Or you could?” His eyes looked down my body, well the half that wasn’t in the water.
I slapped his shoulder, laughing. “I don’t think so. You swim over there, I’ll swim over there.”
I pointed to opposite ends of the pool.
His eyes, those piercing green ones that screamed sexy, scanned my body again.
“Sorry. It’s just been a while.” Before I could say anything, he swam to the other end of the pool.
We could hear Spencer snoring from inside the room. “I don’t know what’s more disturbing,” he began glaring toward the room. “The fact they can sleep throughthator that we have to spend the next five months with it.”
“This is going to suck.”
“Yeah well, I just may kill him or Emma by the end of this.”
“You just concentrate on racing. Ignore them.”
He smiled from across the pool. “They’re a little hard to ignore.”
I swan closer when he held up his hand and chuckled.
“You better stay down there.”
“Still having problems?”
“Yes.”
We spent about an hour out there in the pool before we fell asleep in a pair of lounge chairs next to the pool.
When we woke up, he was still having issues so I suggested a cold shower, which he took me up on. He tried to get me to join him but eventually he took italoneto bleed his pressure valve as Jimi called it.
“What’s with him?” Emma asked when we were eating breakfast that morning.
“Spencer snored all night.”
“I didn’t hear anything.” She smiled. “I slept great.”
