"Is it wrong to spend some time with my girlfriend?" I asked, placing a hand on my chest in an offended manner. She rolled her eyes and nudged my shoulder forcefully.
"I don't even have a damn swimsuit," she complained. My face broke into a wide grin, causing her expression to stiffen.
"Why the hell are you looking at me like that?!" She seemed slightly alarmed by my facial expression, but I remained silent and set my bag down.
"I didn't tell you because I wanted to personally get you a bathing suit," I smirked, pulling out a two-piece from my bag and tossing it to her. It took her a few seconds before her eyes slowly focused on what she was looking at.
"What the hell?!" I chuckled, knowing she would be upset with me.
"I'm not wearing this! Who do you think I am, a prostitute?!" She growled, throwing it at my face. It was a revealing black two-piece, with the top having silver ring-shaped ties on the sides and the bottoms resembling a thong.
I wanted to get back at Carol and give her a taste of her own medicine for teasing me one time when we were working together, leaving me all hot and bothered and forcing me to take care of myself when I got home.
"Come on, Carol. Who knows when we'll have the chance to do this again? Please," I pleaded, giving her my best fake innocent puppy dog eyes.
She rolled her eyes and groaned loudly, snatching it out of my hands and walking towards one of the bathrooms.
"I swear, I'll get you back for this," she threatened, giving me a menacing glare that sent shivers down my spine. But I smirked, unfazed.
Deciding to just get into the pool and wait for her, I took off my shirt, shorts, and flip-flops, leaving me in my one-piece suit. I hopped into the pool, fighting the urge to shiver from the cold water.
