ZAYDEN
I shouldn’t be looking at her. I shouldn’t be feeling this way. But damn it, Scarlett had me wrapped around her little finger, and she knew it.
She swam through the water like a siren, her body glistening under the pool lights, her curves barely concealed by that sinful excuse of a bikini. My fists clenched at my sides, nails digging into my palms as I tried to keep my composure. She was tormenting me—intentionally. She knew exactly what she was doing.
I took a sip of my whiskey, trying to act unaffected, but my throat tightened when she surfaced right in front of me. Droplets of water clung to her skin, rolling down the slope of her breasts, disappearing between them. My gaze followed their path, heat pooling in my stomach.
She smirked. “Are you just going to stand there, Fathe
