t. While Chloe hurried off to a private art institute on the Upper East Side to judge a youth pain

buy a clean annual pool membership today. The cheap community pool near her university campus was constantly packed with m

ion desk, a young female consultant handed her a leather-bound price list featuring five annual membe

xys bit her lip and pointed at the second line. "I'

er floor manager wasn't listening, then leaned acros

r money on the six-thousand tier," the girl whispered. "That pool is

t Alexys swam competitively in high school and mastered all four strokes. Looking

r SVIP tier on the top floor was built exclusively for young Wall Street elites and tech founders. To keep high-net-worth male

ck half an inch. "Thanks, but I'm not int

ecurity guards stationed at the doors. Harassment gets a member permanently banned without a refund. It's just like high-end lounges waiving cover

er and strict security, Alexys relente

vative yet sleek white one-piece swimsuit with an open back, put on he

robes walked past speaking in low, educated voices about venture capital fu

pool, she found the vast room nearly empty. Only one man was in

rength was incredible, the muscle lines across his broad shoulders, narrow waist, and long legs flexing powerfully under the

block as the man reached the far end of the pool, took a deep br