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eyes twinkle.
    “Red? Why red?”
    “Your hair. You do know its burgundy, right?” He splashed me.
    “Hey!” I splashed back, surprised by his playful side. “I keep thinking I’m blonde. This color is new for me.”
    His eyes darkened. “It suits you. Matches your personality.”
    I wasn’t sure whether to be offended or pleased. Thankfully, I didn’t have to decide. Sheila, with James on her heels, chose that moment to wheel our lunch onto the deck.
    “Lunch is …” I stammered, caught off guard by his gaze’s intensity.
    He licked his lips. “You go on. I think I’ll do a lap or two. Loosen up a bit.”
    It occurred to me then that I didn’t know what he was wearing. Did he keep swim trunks in his truck? He didn’t seem the type.
    “Can I help you?” he asked. His grin was back, and the feral gleam was gone from his eyes.
    “Are you wearing a swimsuit?”
    “Does it matter?”
    “Yes, it matters,” I hissed. This man was maddening.
    “I’m covered.”
    “In what?” He wasn’t going to make this easy on me.
    Rather than answer, he pushed off from the bottom and swam away, his big arms churning through the water.
    He was telling the truth. He was indeed covered in a pair of ass-hugging, Calvin Klein, Micromodal, Boxer Briefs that fit him like a glove. Damn biker!
    I scrambled from the pool as gracefully as I could manage and grabbed my robe.
    I’d erred inviting Boone down here. Now I had to figure out a way to get him back upstairs before I made another, far more serious mistake.

Boone
    I stopped at the pool’s shallow end, after six laps. It had taken that long to get my cock to behave. Walking across the patio in flesh-hugging briefs, with a hard on from hell, hadn’t seemed like the polite thing to do. I wasn’t known for being polite in my personal affairs, but this was business. Not to mention, I needed time to think. Olympia had me confused … again.
    One second she was insulting me, the next she was inviting me to lunch and letting me swim in her precious pool. The bitch was giving me whiplash.
    My stomach rumbles signaled it was time to eat, despite my conflicted feelings. I climbed out of the pool and made my way to a table in the shade, where Olympia was already eating. Her bodyguard and maid hovered close by, waiting for her instructions. The two were like trained lap dogs.
    I could only imagine how my brothers would torment me when they found out I’d “lunched” with the mayor’s daughter. Our newest prospects, two twins, Tinker and Tweaker, would have a heyday with the information. I decided right then; I wouldn’t tell them. In fact, I wouldn’t be sharing my afternoon’s activities with anyone. It was my fucking business who I ate with.
    “Enjoy your swim?” Her gaze slid down my chest, stopping to scrutinize my nipple piercings, before landing on my briefs.
    Fucking hell. Did she have to look at me like that? She was lucky I’d put the damn things on. It wasn’t uncommon for me to go without, and I had no qualms walking around naked either.
    “The water felt great. I’ll just eat and get back to work. I think I can have the entire project completed in the three days I scheduled for it. I want to spend at least a day on the painting portion.”
    She took a bite of celery. “Take your time. I can pay whatever it costs.”
    “You sure about that? What if money isn’t what I want?” What I really wanted to say was; ‘How about you give me twenty-four hours to fuck you senseless?’
    Depending on her performance that could easily count as payment and a tip.
    Her lips parted and she waited for me to continue, her expression unreadable.
    I quickly determined if I hoped to finish my meal, it would be in my best interest to keep that particular suggestion to myself.
    When she realized I wasn’t going to say more, we ate the rest of our meal in relative silence, except for the occasional this-food-is-good compliment, which made things a whole lot easier.
    I