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“Positive,” he replied with a soft chuckle.
“Trev,” I said, putting a hand on my hip as I continued staring at the house, “why would anyone need a pool house this big? If no one lives in it, what is the point?”
“Hell, I don’t know. What do you mean? It’s a pool house.”
I realized no matter how I phrased this, Trev would not understand what I was asking. I turned my gaze back to his. “Why are we going to the pool house?” I asked him.
His eyes dropped to my sundress. “To get rid of that dress so we can swim. Or better yet, get in the hot tub.”
“I’m not doing this … with you,” I said. “This flirting you’re doing? You’re wasting your time. I know your game. It’s not for me. Also, I don’t intend to bare my boobs, if that is a requirement at this party.”
His smile faded, and he ran a hand over his still-damp hair. “You think I’m playing a game? We just met. You barely know me. I could be the most genuine guy you’ve ever met,” he replied.
Even though he looked sincere as he said it, there was a twinkle in his eye that told me he was teasing me.
“I know your game, millionaire. I’m not interested in playing it.”
“Ouch,” he replied, placing a hand over his heart, as if I had hurt him.
“But we can be friends. If you want to be my friend, that is.”
He said nothing at first, then finally nodded. “All right then. Friends it is,” he said. “But only if you go topless.”
I shot him an annoyed glare, and he threw his head back and laughed. Shaking mine, I started walking toward the pool house that a family of five or six could live in comfortably.
“Hey, Maddy,” he called.
“Yeah?” I asked, looking back at him.
“I’m not a millionaire,” he said.
I frowned and held out my hands toward the pool house. “Oh, is that so?” I asked sarcastically.
He nodded his head. “Yeah, it’s so,” he replied, then reached past me to open the door. “I’m a billionaire,” he replied, then winked.
Four
“I didn’t even have the luxury of Section 8 housing, my dad was an alcoholic who struggled to keep a job, and now, I’m a penniless orphan,” I whispered to myself as I looked in the mirror.
What was I doing in this house with these people, wearing a hot-pink bikini that, on second glance, really didn’t cover my boobs that well? Turning so I could see my butt, I winced at the lack of fabric. Did Melanie not realize I wasn’t built like her? I wasn’t overweight, but I also wasn’t as thin as she was.
Sighing, I thought about letting my hair back down so it could fall over my shoulders and cover my cleavage some, but then it would get wet and do very little for coverage.
A knock on the door startled me.
“You ready yet? My glass is empty,” Trev called out.
I gave myself one more look and grimaced. I should have just stayed at the Houstons’ house and read a book. This was not what I had expected when we were invited to a pool party. But then this was the first pool party I’d ever been to.
“I’m coming,” I replied and headed for the door.
When I opened it, Trev was near the pool table and picking up a ball.
“Do you pl—” He stopped talking when he turned to look at me. “Pool. Play pool … ” He trailed off and then held up his glass. “Yep, gonna need another drink, buddy.”
He went to the door and opened it up. “After you,” he told me.
“I don’t have a towel,” I told him.
