Chapter 2: Spoil the Child
Two hours later, Tamara Thorne was sitting on a chaise longue by the pool, a cold glass of iced tea on the table beside her, wondering if her long-shot gamble was about to pay off. She was wearing a white string bikini that would have made her mother fall down in a dead faint and her father lock her in her bedroom until she was fifty. A few yards away, Charlie the pool boy sieved leaves out of the pool with a long-handled net. In the scorching August sun, he was wearing only a tank top and pair of cargo shorts. His broad, tan shoulders gleamed with sweat in the noonday sun, and the short, fine hairs on his calves gleamed like fallow gold.
She turned away, swallowing past the lump in her throat. She was a married woman, after all. She shouldn’t be lusting after
