The Pool Encounter

As Rafe approached the villa, he caught sight of Ethan bent over, inspecting the engine under the hood of Delia’s new car. “Hey, Ethan. How’s the car looking?”

Ethan straightened up, wiping his hands on a rag before responding. “Hey, Rafe. So far, I don’t see anything wrong but I am going to take it for a spin. Delia’s at the pool.”

“Thanks,” Rafe replied, offering a brief smile before heading toward the pool, adjacent the villa. As he neared it, Rafe's breath caught in his throat at the sight that greeted him.

Delia was just emerging from the pool, her figure glistening in the orange light of the approaching sunset and her slender and petite figure accentuated by a revealing green string bikini that clung to her curves like a second skin.

He watched, captivated, as droplets of water dribbled down her skin, tracing delicate paths over the curve of her hips and the swell of her breasts.

His eyes lingered on her, drinking in every exqui