After a few minutes of intense argument between the siblings, they finally backed down, with Mr. Clinton emerging as the winner of the heated debate. His persuasive arguments and calm demeanor ultimately convinced his sister to reconsider her decision to spend the night with Miss Ross.
But Juniper didn’t just back down without flashing him a stern look, her voice firm and resolute. “I left my kids at home, so I am only staying for the night. Early in the morning tomorrow, I’m taking her with me,” she said, leaving no room for negotiation.
Mr. Clinton nodded in agreement, breathing a sigh of relief. “Fine… you can take her away tomorrow.”
Juniper’s lips curled in a sneer as she turned to me, her eyes shooting daggers at me. Instinctively, I shifted to the far end of the sofa, not wanting to offend her any more than she already was.
“Mother, have you eaten breakfast?” she asked as she settled back on the sofa, her expression softening.
“A little at the hospital, but Sarah was already making something for me.” Miss Ross tossed a glance my way, and I flashed her a nervous smile.
I don’t think Juniper will be happy about that; after all, I was the one who cooked the meal that got her mother choking.
Juniper’s gaze snapped at me with stern disapproval. “No, I won’t let you eat any food prepared by her or anyone else.”
Just as I thought…
“Let me go make you something myself,” she added, then shot up from the sofa. As she turned on her heels and tilted her head toward me, she commanded rudely, “Hey you… follow me.”
As I stood up from the sofa, I muttered under my breath, keeping my gaze on the floor. “I thought you wouldn’t need my help.”
Having caught what I said, she spat immediately, “What did you say?”
“Nothing…” I waved my hand defensively. Not wanting to annoy her any further, I feigned a smile, showing my set of white teeth.
She glared before turning away to continue her march to the kitchen.
*****
With exams just around the corner, I dove headfirst into my studies, surrounding myself with stacks of textbooks, scribbled notes, reading and revising until the wee hours of midnight.
I yawned, my eyelids drooping heavily as I closed the last page of anatomy, feeling a sense of accomplishment. “One course wrapped up. Few to go…” I mumbled, shooting up from my bed.
I made a beeline to the pool area to relax for a few minutes before retiring to bed, but to my surprise, I found Mr. Clinton submerged underwater, his focus unwavering.
He was floating on his back, eyes closed, with a serene expression on his face, as if lost in thought.
I stood there, transfixed, my gaze drawn to the tranquil scene before me. His peaceful demeanor was mesmerizing, beckoning me over, and I found myself captivated by his chiseled features all over again.
My attraction to him showed no sign of fading; it only seemed to grow stronger.
The sight of his naked flesh ignited a fierce longing within me, a primal urge that threatened to consume me. My pulse raced, my breath catching in my throat.
How could one man have the power to leave me breathless? Why do I always find him so captivating?
His chest rose and fell with each steady breath, and I couldn’t help but notice the defined lines of his physique.
As I watched, a droplet of water rolled off his nose, and he didn’t flinch. His eyes remained closed, his lashes casting a shadow on his cheeks.
Suddenly, he opened his eyes, and our gazes met. A spark of awareness flashed between us. I felt like I’d been caught intruding on a private moment.
His expression shifted, a hint of a smile playing on his lips.
“Sarah,” he said, his voice low and smooth, “why are you still awake?”
A slight smile spread across my face as I slowly approached him. “Just wanted to unwind before bed,” I replied, my voice barely above a whisper. “Can I join you?”
I raised an eyebrow, awaiting his reply-not that I needed his permission in any way; I just wanted to see his reaction.
“I don’t think that’s a good idea,” he finally replied, a slight smile tugging at his lips.
I shrugged and took off my tank top, revealing my black lace bra underneath. Mr. Clinton’s eyes widened, his gaze drifting to my chest. His expression shifted to one of intrigue yet he tried brushing it off. “I didn’t agree…”
A satisfied smile spread across my face as I shortened the distance between us. “I don’t need your permission,” I purred, tossing my top to the corner; my eyes never left his, not even for a second.
I reached for the hem of my shorts, slowly unfastening the button. My fingertips skillfully slid down from my abdomen to my groin, a smirk tugging at the corner of my lips as I noticed his intense gaze.
Mr. Clinton’s eyes followed my every movement, his breath catching as his Adam’s apple danced in his throat. “Sarah,” he warned, his voice strained.
I chuckled, completely ignoring him. I was ready to see how long he could put up with the act.
I stepped out of my shorts, standing before him in my bra and panties, the warm evening air caressing my skin. Slowly, as I sank into the pool, my body glided effortlessly through the cool water. My every movement was deliberate, each step calculated to draw his gaze.
As his eyes locked onto mine, his throat bobbed as he swallowed hard. He tried to remain emotionless, to conceal the effect I had on him, but his eyes woefully betrayed him.
As I settled into the pool, the water lapped at my breasts, teasing my nipples through the lace bra. With a fluid motion, I wrapped my hands around his neck, pulling myself closer, sparing no space between us.
He responded swiftly, grabbing my waist, his gaze never wavering as his eyes burned with intensity.
Under the water, our bodies melded together, our movements hidden from the world above. His struggle to maintain control dissipated, replaced by a fierce desire-more intense than the one I had seen before.