forty-year-old. He was hot, with dark,
almost black hair and the most amazing blue eyes she’d ever seen. That, coupled
with his smokin’ body, gorgeous deep voice and cute smile, meant that if he was
on the market, he’d no doubt be after someone equally sexy—to create a couple
that would turn heads for all the right reasons. One of the mean girls would be
much more his style.
Wouldn’t they?
If that was the case, why on earth did he keep glancing in
her direction?
Adele decided a visit to the sauna was needed. She’d never
seen any of the three witches in there, so at least if she ended up with
company, it wouldn’t be one of them. She doubted anyone would be in there,
though. The sauna, for some reason, seemed to attract more men than women, and
the vast majority of those men visited the gym early in the morning, presumably
before heading to work. It was now 1.30 p.m.—the prime time for school parties,
housewives, shift workers and people who worked whatever hours they pleased.
Glad she was in the latter category—she was a chef, and part-owned a local
pub-restaurant—Adele pulled herself from the pool with as much grace as she
could muster and left the area, head held high.
She was a big girl physically and she could certainly be the
bigger woman in this silent stand-off, the most mature.
The women were still so busy gawping at Oliver that they
didn’t even notice her leave.
Chapter Two
Oliver gripped the arms of his lifeguard’s chair so hard he
fancied they would splinter beneath his fingers. They didn’t, of course. He was
strong but not superhuman. Which was the precise reason he was affected by the
little scene that had just played out in front of him in the first place. If
he’d been superhuman he’d have been able to ignore it.
Adele had just left the pool before doing her usual thirty
laps, and he didn’t blame her, not one bit. The skinny bitches that were still
at the side of the pool opposite him had been so spiteful about her that he was
surprised she hadn’t said something back. Her strength of character was
obviously immense, as the poison those girls had been spouting was incredibly
unpleasant and totally uncalled for. So Adele was a big girl. So fucking what?
She was healthy and she was fit—what did it matter if she didn’t fit into
society’s standard of what was an acceptable or attractive weight?
He was sure, also, that if the trio of bitches weren’t so
damn spiteful, then Adele would be happy too. She didn’t seem like someone who
was obsessed with her weight or depressed about it. She just came across as a
mature woman who enjoyed exercise and therefore did it because she wanted to,
not because she felt she had to. Whatever her reasons, he was glad she did,
because he’d spent many a happy hour on his tall chair watching her cut through
the water at a speed that he suspected almost matched his. He was also relieved
that his lofty position meant no one could see into his lap, because more often
than not, checking out Adele as she did length after length made his cock
stiffen and press insistently against the inside of his swimming trunks.
He didn’t give a shit what size clothes she wore or that she
was a few years older than him. In his opinion she was a seriously sexy woman
and, after sharing a smile and a wave with her before she left, he made up his
mind.
He wanted to get to know her better. Then if he got the
impression she wouldn’t shoot him down in flames, he’d pluck up the courage to
ask her out. Provided she was single, of course. A woman as beautiful as Adele
should not be alone but he found himself desperately hoping that she was.
Oliver was so deep in thought that he had no idea how
quickly the time was passing, so he was surprised when twenty minutes later his
colleague Linda came to relieve him.
“Thanks, Linda,” he said, climbing carefully down from his
seat, grateful that his erection had abated, “I’ll see you later. I’m going
almost black hair and the most amazing blue eyes she’d ever seen. That, coupled
with his smokin’ body, gorgeous deep voice and cute smile, meant that if he was
on the market, he’d no doubt be after someone equally sexy—to create a couple
that would turn heads for all the right reasons. One of the mean girls would be
much more his style.
Wouldn’t they?
If that was the case, why on earth did he keep glancing in
her direction?
Adele decided a visit to the sauna was needed. She’d never
seen any of the three witches in there, so at least if she ended up with
company, it wouldn’t be one of them. She doubted anyone would be in there,
though. The sauna, for some reason, seemed to attract more men than women, and
the vast majority of those men visited the gym early in the morning, presumably
before heading to work. It was now 1.30 p.m.—the prime time for school parties,
housewives, shift workers and people who worked whatever hours they pleased.
Glad she was in the latter category—she was a chef, and part-owned a local
pub-restaurant—Adele pulled herself from the pool with as much grace as she
could muster and left the area, head held high.
She was a big girl physically and she could certainly be the
bigger woman in this silent stand-off, the most mature.
The women were still so busy gawping at Oliver that they
didn’t even notice her leave.
Chapter Two
Oliver gripped the arms of his lifeguard’s chair so hard he
fancied they would splinter beneath his fingers. They didn’t, of course. He was
strong but not superhuman. Which was the precise reason he was affected by the
little scene that had just played out in front of him in the first place. If
he’d been superhuman he’d have been able to ignore it.
Adele had just left the pool before doing her usual thirty
laps, and he didn’t blame her, not one bit. The skinny bitches that were still
at the side of the pool opposite him had been so spiteful about her that he was
surprised she hadn’t said something back. Her strength of character was
obviously immense, as the poison those girls had been spouting was incredibly
unpleasant and totally uncalled for. So Adele was a big girl. So fucking what?
She was healthy and she was fit—what did it matter if she didn’t fit into
society’s standard of what was an acceptable or attractive weight?
He was sure, also, that if the trio of bitches weren’t so
damn spiteful, then Adele would be happy too. She didn’t seem like someone who
was obsessed with her weight or depressed about it. She just came across as a
mature woman who enjoyed exercise and therefore did it because she wanted to,
not because she felt she had to. Whatever her reasons, he was glad she did,
because he’d spent many a happy hour on his tall chair watching her cut through
the water at a speed that he suspected almost matched his. He was also relieved
that his lofty position meant no one could see into his lap, because more often
than not, checking out Adele as she did length after length made his cock
stiffen and press insistently against the inside of his swimming trunks.
He didn’t give a shit what size clothes she wore or that she
was a few years older than him. In his opinion she was a seriously sexy woman
and, after sharing a smile and a wave with her before she left, he made up his
mind.
He wanted to get to know her better. Then if he got the
impression she wouldn’t shoot him down in flames, he’d pluck up the courage to
ask her out. Provided she was single, of course. A woman as beautiful as Adele
should not be alone but he found himself desperately hoping that she was.
Oliver was so deep in thought that he had no idea how
quickly the time was passing, so he was surprised when twenty minutes later his
colleague Linda came to relieve him.
“Thanks, Linda,” he said, climbing carefully down from his
seat, grateful that his erection had abated, “I’ll see you later. I’m going
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