Double Bossed

“What about the diving pools? Will they let you in there?” she asked.

I shook my head. “No. Booked with divers. My coach tried. It’s going to be at least another day before I can swim.”

My fingers tingled. My back tensed. I had a full day of no swimming in front of me, and I had just run into the best fuck of my life. It was starting to feel like the Olympic gods had put her in my path for a reason. I wanted those tan legs wrapped around my waist. Didn’t she know she could solve all my problems with one good fuck? Okay, maybe two.

“Does anyone on the committee know?”

She touched the straw to her lips and sucked slowly. God, she was killing me. My eyes trailed over the smoothness of her throat and landed between her breasts. Damn, she had great tits. I had to restrain the dirty thoughts in my head and answer her.

“Not yet. But I’m going to file a complaint.”

“What if I could help you get their attention?”

“How are you going to do that?”

“I work for the American PR firm handling the press for the Olympics. I could get a story out there for you. Tell everyone what’s happening to all the swimmers.” She paused. “Not just the world’s favorite Australian asshole.”

I whistled. “Such strong language for a pretty mouth.”

She cocked her head slightly, waiting for a real answer. “If you’re not interested, just say so. I have to find a PR story to get to my boss by five. I don’t have time for this, Blaine.”

“Wait, wait.” My hand instinctively wrapped the curve of her waist.

There was still an ember between us. It just need to be stoked a little, and I’d have her back in my bed. I saw this as a complete win-win. The press would pick up my story. I’d get to fuck a gorgeous woman. Tomorrow, I’d be back in the pool.

“I think we could work something out.” I smiled at her.

“This isn’t some kind of negotiation. It’s not last time.” She eyed me. “I’ll listen if you want to tell me what happened and I’ll write a piece for it. That’s it.”

“I seem to remember last time you had a pretty good time.”

“We’re not talking about it. That’s rule number one.”

I shook my head. “Rules? You’ve got rules now? I forgot it took a while before you stopped being so uptight. But once you did… Holy fuck, Ava.” I chuckled when I saw her cheeks turn crimson.

“Shut up. That’s exactly what I’m talking about.” She stormed out of the café, carrying her drink, and blazed a path into the sun.

I jogged after her. “Ava, I’m kidding. I won’t mention it.”

She kept walking even when I caught up to her. “Go back to the village, Blaine. One of the groupies would be excited to spend time with you. I’m sorry I ran into you.”

“Don’t say that. It was Olympic destiny, don’t you think?”

She huffed. “No, I think you’re a dick. And I never should have slept with you. I’m not making that mistake again. Forget I mentioned the PR offer. It has officially been rescinded.”

Damn. She was making this hard. And my cock too.

“Thought you wanted to help me.” I tried to stoke the flame.

“Changed my mind.” She paused to sip the smoothie.

“Change it back,” I growled. “And stop telling me to rack off.”

“Rack off?” Her brows knitted together in confusion.

“Yeah, you know, get out of here.”

I could tell she was trying not to smile, but it happened anyway. “I don’t think I’ll ever get all those Australian sayings.”