"You do? So why you resisting, ma'?" He continues to look me straight in the eyes."You just playing stubborn, ain't you little woman?" he nudged me closer to him, aggressively, picking me by the waist. His minty breath hits my skin. Damn, it felt good. I never noticed how beautiful and enchanting his eyes were till this very moment. Eyes that spoke a complex language into my soul-a language only we both could understand. I couldn't contain it anymore so I break eye lock to the floor. He lifts my head by the chin. "You love me and want me, right?" He kisses my collarbone searching for a fastner. Finding one, he unzips my skirt, silently, leaving me in nothing but my pantie and cami top " I finna give you good dick and you gon' love it" He picks me up, carried me.

Everyone has a fear. Fear of spiders? Arachnophobia. Fear of small spaces? Claustrophobia. And of course, the fear of being tickled by feathers: pteronophobia. Sophie Smart fears drowning. No, her fear isn't some made up malarkey like exposedflabophobia (acute paranoia when wearing a swimsuit and baring pasty thighs and a round bottom). Sophie drowned as a child. She died for three minutes. Her childhood trauma is real. Yet Sophie, hot-shot advertising executive, isn't a child anymore. Now Sophie's most important client, handsome Matthew Silver, is insisting she learn how to swim. She can't blame him really - he's the owner of a chain of swimming centers, and Sophie's in charge of his new advertising campaign. The last thing Sophie wants to do is get in the water, in a clingy swimsuit, with a client she's trying to impress. She's not going to win him over flapping around like an idiot, is she? But with a broken heart from her last relationship, maybe getting into the pool is just what Sophie needs. Maybe she can trust Matthew with her fears. Maybe it's time for her to forget about her past and take the plunge?