CHAPTER THIRTY-SEVEN
“Kevin.” Grant climbed out his pool in black shorts, dripping. “See you got my message.”
“Yeah.” Kevin scratched his thigh, his gaze zooming in on the women in the water.
Two busty, gorgeous blonde-haired women threw a beach ball back and forth in the center of the pool.
Grant grabbed a towel from the lawn chair and dabbed his drenched head. “Earth to Kevin.”
He whipped his head from the breasts and butts spilling from the bikinis. “Huh?”
“Bad boy.” Grant smirked, drying his pecs. “Wipe that drool off your chin.”
“I’m not drooling.” He peeked at the women who tossed each other in the water, reminding him of a lesbian s*x fest. “Jesus.”
“They’re swimsuit models from LA.” Grant wiped his mouth. “Met them on my last business trip there.”
The women flopped around
