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only in Blue Creek for one week. I had vacation time off from work. Rather than spending my week in Paris or Rome or somewhere grand, I came to Blue Creek. I knew Clara would be home from college and I secretly hoped I would get the chance to talk to her. But in six out of seven days in Virginia, I had yet to even see her. So on day number seven, with nothing to lose, I took a chance and went to the country club pool. Maybe we’d randomly run into each other there. I’d already tried my luck everywhere else.
    Much to my surprise, minutes after stopping by the pool, Clara entered. She came in through the women's locker room, her flip-flops slapping on the pavement. She paused when she noticed me resting in a lounge chair across the way. We were both alone. She didn’t have to even acknowledge me. But she did. She started walking in my direction. I wasn’t dressed to swim. I hadn’t actually expected to find her here. And now she was coming toward me in her fucking swimsuit.
    “Do not have a heart attack, Leo,” I muttered under my breath. “Be cool.”
    She walked closer.
    Yeah, I was going to have a heart attack. There was no controlling my racing heart.
    “Clara,” I said as she neared. Despite the way I felt on the inside, my voice remained calm.
    “Leo,” she said. “It's like eleventy-hundred degrees out here and you're fully dressed. Aren't you miserably hot?” Kicking off her flip-flops and spreading out her towel, she lay down uninvited beside me.
    “I'm fine,” I muttered, unable to think of anything better to say. Like I said, she was in her fucking swimsuit.
    Thank God I had on sunglasses because I couldn’t peel my eyes off her body, especially her thighs. She had killer thighs—firm, sexy, tanned. I wanted to see what those thighs looked like wrapped around my body while my cock was buried deep inside her. Jesus Christ. I didn’t need to think such intimate thoughts about her. Not when there were children present. Not when she wasn’t even mine to think about.
    “Whatever,” she groaned, picking up the book she’d brought with her. It had some half-naked couple on the front. They were kissing. This surprised me. If I had to guess, I would have thought Clara would be into science fiction or vampires or some shit like that. Not romance.
    An hour passed. We were both just lying there. At one point during that hour, out of the corner of my eye, I noticed Clara’s breathing pick up some speed.
    Holy Shit. She was reading something dirty. I knew it and I couldn’t move or speak because of it. Something had turned her on and dammit if I wasn’t half-jealous and fully-turned on now myself. This was the best hour of my entire seven day vacation. I closed my eyes and relished in this small moment, wondering desperately what she was reading.
    “Why are you here?” Clara asked, cutting off my thoughts. “The pool in your backyard is better than this one.”
    My eyes flickered open. “Hmm?”
    “You have a pool in your backyard.”
    “I'm aware.”
    “So, why are you here?”
    “If you're so annoyed by my presence, you don't have to sit next to me. Nobody's breaking your arm.” I wasn’t exactly sure why she was pestering me with these questions all of a sudden. I couldn’t tell her the real reason I was here.
    “I’m not annoyed,” she groaned. “I sat by you because I wanted to. Why can't we just get along? And I do really want to know...why this pool?”
    I took a deep breath. Did she really want to ‘get along?’ Because right now it sure felt like the opposite. “Relentless, aren't you?” I grumbled.
    “Are you gay, Leo?” she suddenly asked.
    What.
    The.
    Fuck.
    Was that the vibe she got when she looked at me? Women were constantly coming on to me. Why didn’t I affect her in the same way? I stood to my feet, yanking off my sunglasses so I could see her better. “Do you spend your free time just trying to think of ways to purposely piss me the fuck off, Clara? Because