“You are going to a party on a yacht, in Monaco. That sounds pretty fabulous.”
The scowl remains. “It’s not, trust me. It’s just another sponsor event where I have to dress up and entertain people I don’t know.”
“But they’re important people for your team and your career,” I point out.
The scowl deepens. “I’d rather be sim racing.”
Of course he would. I know several drivers do simulator racing to keep their skills sharp, and even race on live streams. He does that with Xavier quite a bit.
“Well, I can’t get you out of your yacht obligation, but what can I do to take that scowl off your face?”
The scowl is instantly replaced by a mischievous look. “Let me see you in your swimming costume.”
I giggle. “Swimming costume?”
“Yeah, why are you laughing like that?”
“It’s a swimsuit.”
“How American of you to declare your phrase is the appropriate one,” he says before popping a piece of tuna into his mouth.
“You realize because we’re dating, we’re going to have to learn to speak each other’s language.”
“Oh, I think we’ve already discovered that we’re very compatible in one way of speaking, and I don’t remember using any words at all.”
I feel my cheeks grow warm, and he grins wickedly at me. We continue to eat—and flirt—and one thing remains at the forefront of my mind.
I can’t wait to have a certain kind of conversation with him in the swimming pool.
One that uses no words at all.
Chapter Nineteen
I’m ready.
I set my brush on the marble countertop of the guest bathroom. I’ve brushed out my hair, but I haven’t pulled it up. I don’t care if it gets wet. I love the water, and if I’m in it, I’m swimming.
Caleb told me he’d meet me out by the pool, and anticipation builds within me when I think about seeing him in swim trunks and being in the water with him, skin to skin—
Is it suddenly hot in here? WHEW.
I shift my focus back to the reflection before me in the mirror. I’ve got a black bikini set on and it’s my favorite—a black triangle top with two bamboo rings connecting the fabric to the spaghetti straps, which tie around my neck. The bottom is also string tied, with the same bamboo rings on each hip. The backside is a little daring, flashing some cheek, but why not give Caleb something to salivate over?
It’s only fair. Because I know I’ll be DROOLING over seeing his cut abs.
Speaking of Caleb, it’s time to meet him for a sexy dip in his rooftop pool.
I leave the bathroom and make my way out to the terrace. Once again, I’m awed by the view of Monaco up here in the hills. Lights from the buildings next to us are twinkling all around,and I can see the lights from all the boats in the harbor, too. Add in the crescent moon and stars overhead, and it’s incredibly romantic.
I make my way around to the side with the pool and spot Caleb, who is putting down some fluffy white towels on a lounge chair. His back is to me, and as he moves, I can see muscles rippling across his skin, from his shoulders all the way down his back. Caleb can’t be super muscular—he has to be able to fit into a very narrow cockpit—but he issculpted.
Like a work of art.
He turns around, and my pulse quickens when I get a view of the front of his body. I take in the muscular cuts in his shoulders. His developed chest. The veins running through his arms.
Then there are Caleb’s abdominals. I’m not prepared for this.
Caleb has more than a six-pack. He has aneight-pack.