…you can still be so f*****g wholesome… the comment had been meant to sting, and it did.
Given the late hour and the company, perhaps ‘wholesome’ was rather silly. Thus, taking a cue from the sexy characters she played, she impulsively pulled the white dress over her head and tossed it to the ground. Lionel was already in the water. Shivering with anticipation, Violet gracefully dove into the seven foot depth and glided to the surface just inches from the man in a shallower part of the pool. She shook her head, spitting water from her mouth and smiled like a jubilant water nymph.
“There, now isn’t that refreshing, Miss Atherton?” said Lionel.
“Actually, I do feel better.”
They seemed dangerously close at that point, where inevitable things took place. Even the warm night air seemed to
