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cool water beckoned me.
    There was nothing more refreshing on a hot night than a midnight swim.
    Steering toward the back door, I crept quietly outside. The last thing I needed was to wake Kent, though it would be good for him to know about the broken air conditioning. Better for me if he stayed asleep. I would just cool off in the pool for a little bit and then head back to bed.
    With no bathing suit, I had little choice but to ditch the t-shirt and swim in my bra and panties. Even if Kent did wake and happen to see me, they were no less slutty than my bathing suit. So I had nothing to worry about. I slipped silently into the water, gasping at the chill racing over my overheated skin. I dunked under, letting my body sink to the bottom of the pool, my hair floating around my head, the crisp water cooling my scalp. So quiet. So cool. Heavenly.
    That ended all too soon. Seeing a shadow cut across the light illuminating the deck, I surfaced.
    Kent.
    He stripped off everything, even his boxers, and dove in.
    So much for my peaceful swim.
    I raked my tangled hair away from my face and watched his beautiful body cut through the water, toward me. His powerful arms delivered him to my side within a few strokes and then there he was, face glittering, water droplets clinging to his lashes, lips curved into a smile. “Nothing like a swim on a hot summer night, eh?” He shook his head, water droplets sailing from his soggy hair. When he reached for the pool’s edge, his bicep and shoulder muscles flexed. Did he ever look scrumptious right now, the dim light caressing his features and carving deep lines between his muscles.
    I turned around and pushed on the edge of the pool to propel myself out. He, evidently, decided to be a gentleman and help me by circling my waist with his hands and lifting me. I tried to ignore the quiver of need that skittered through me.
    I could resist him? Impossible. I should’ve kept my big mouth shut!
    “Sweet dreams,” he called out as he lithely exited the pool, giving me a clear view of all six feet-plus of muscular perfection, including the ten-plus inches or so of erect muscle between his legs.
    Sweet dreams? Nope. I wouldn’t have sweet dreams tonight. Not after seeing that .
    I would have naughty dreams. Decadent, wicked dreams.
    I hoped.
     

     
    My dreams, when they finally did come (sometime just before sunrise), did not let me down. In that short period of time, Kent and I had a whole lot of fun. And I even climaxed. At least once. In my sleep.
    Now I was awake… kind of. My body was still tingly all over from all the nocturnal fun. But my mind was in a total pea-soup fog. Even a shower didn’t clear it. When I got out of the bathroom, I discovered my bed had been made and a folded note had been left on my pillow.
    It was an invitation to dinner.
    I was so not excited about a repeat of yesterday. More disappointment. More frustration. But I couldn’t turn him down. Not after talking so big last night. I would have to suck it up and deal with him. Or he’d claim I was trying to win the bet by cheating.
    I have never cheated. Not on a bet, a game, or a partner. Never. I wasn’t about to start now.
    Instead, I took a drive. I went home, to my house. With the stinky refrigerator full of spoiled food. I chucked out the wilted vegetables, gnarly meats, and curdled dairy then went to my room to search for some clean clothes, being careful not to touch anything electrical.
    In the interest of making things as easy on myself as possible, I dug out my most conservative clothes. The bigger and dumpier the better. I wanted to look as seductive as a bag of rotten apples. Unfortunately finding clothes that were adequately conservative was a challenge. Normally, I didn’t dress slutty, but I didn’t dress like a school marm either.
    After collecting my clothes and a few other essentials, I tidied up the house a bit and headed back to Kent’s house. If he was expecting the girl he’d swam with last