pool, including the lifeguard, looked at me to see what had happen

ing, my hair having unraveled from the bun, now hung unnaturally plastered to my face. No one seemed to move. Silently, the

considered I needed to do someth

, it wasn’t that hard. I was strong; I could swim with a boulder. Once I reached the shallow end, I did a flip turn and splashed a little water with my feet at Luke and his friends just

ater from the end of the shirt, knowing I looked more like a drowned rat than the graceful water ballerina I wanted to portray. I was further disappointed

m the black sneakers I had on

and turned around to find Luke handing me one of

,” I said and to

the other day, I meant a glass, n

Sorry about running

e excess water out of my hair with the towel. It was truth sp

show you I can

he said, indicat

fully clothed. See?” I lifted up my shirt a

n his face. Up until that point, we were bantering and Luke lo

you in push-ups, but I can teach you to swim.” I looked up at him, squinting into the sun. A shadow cast over h

excuse to see more of Luke was fine with me. Forget the fact that I didn’t have any other clothes because thi

self off and put on the top. It was a pink halter top that made my breasts swell at the top, along with a flowery high-waisted ruffled mini-skirt. Not my style, but it would have to do. I found a sweater in another locker and tied it around

of large windows, and I rushed

You’re not in a race. T

I didn’t have any other

anced down at my breas

ed, still uncomfortable

u know about the swimming thing? How much do

You need to know how to

ping?” He sat forward,

Where’d you go for water a

long, and when I got

. “I was waiting, like I said, and I heard Katie o

water from a glass containing

to find you here today. Landing a client like you could really

Luke said it as if he had ju

ht I was here because I liked him, which, of course, I did. However, I wasn’t ready to reveal my true Luke Mulligan crazed fan identity. I mean, who w

And you’ve got a great body – needs some work before your ne

ligan, hitting on me? That couldn’t be. I considered he was probably one of those stars whose popularity had gone to their head and they think everyone wants to sleep with them. Still

m here about the job. I don’t want to seem like a stalker. You’ve seen the lengths I’ll go to f

e. Nervous butterflies flitted in my stomach. Would Luke let me train him? Let me see him in a bathing suit, his muscles

about with Luke, and it al