Episode 4 — The Spark
Kwesi straightened slowly, the corners of his mouth curving as her wink replayed in his mind. He was by the far end of the pool, rinsing down the deck. Each motion deliberate, fluid, unhurried. The muscles in his back flexed like poetry written in boisterous water. She pretended to scroll through her phone, but her gaze betrayed her.
Mara had already seen a spark starting between them and excused herself to attend to an urgent matter.
Kwesi turned toward Yvonne’s cabana, their eyes met again. This time, he didn’t look away.
He approached, barefoot, confident, the faint scent of chlorine and cologne trailing behind him.
“Madam, is the water to your liking?” he asked, voice deep and rich, threaded with a quiet respect that made it sound almost intimate.
Yvonne lowered her sunglasses, studying him. “Do I look like I’m swimming?”
He smiled slowly, disarmingly. “No, ma’am. But you look like you could use a reason to.”
Her lips curved despite herself. “And you’d be that reason, I suppose?”
He shrugged, wiping the towel over his shoulder. “Maybe not the only one. But I could make it worth considering.”
It was his eyes that did it, steady, unafraid, with just enough mischief to tease, just enough restraint to intrigue. Yvonne felt the temperature rise, not from the sun, but from the way he saw her, as a woman, not by her status.
She leaned back, crossing one leg over the other, her silk robe slipping slightly at the shoulder. “You talk dangerously for a pool boy.”
“Respectfully dangerously,” he replied. “I was taught never to speak unless there’s something worth saying.”
“And what is it you want to say to me?”
Kwesi stepped closer, stopping just short of properness. His voice lowered. “That beauty like yours deserves to be looked at with truth, not habit.”
Her heart skipped, an involuntary reaction. The world seemed to narrow and she felt the reckless flutter of something long buried.
She recovered quickly, masking the surprise in her voice. “You’ve got quite the mouth on you.”
He smiled again. “It’s not my mouth you should be worried about, Madam. It’s what you start to imagine when I’m gone.”
Yvonne laughed softly, but her laughter was thinner now, her pulse louder. “You assume I’ll think about you.”
He tilted his head. “You already are.”
The silence that followed was thick enough to touch. Even the air seemed to pause, listening.
Then Mara’s voice cut across the poolside, shrill, amused. “Yvonne! There you are! Henri just called from London. Something about your daughter!”
Yvonne flinched, her composure snapping back like elastic. When she turned back to the pool, Kwesi was already walking away, his figure framed against the beautiful scenery of the Azure poolside.
She watched him go, half breathless, half furious at herself for feeling anything at all.
Her glass shook slightly as she reached for it. The ice had melted.
A bead of water slid from her wrist to her thigh, slow, deliberate, sinful.
And though the nice breeze cooled everything else, the heat within her had just begun.
The call she had from Henri was to tell her to handle the family business foundation because of Ama’s upcoming tournament in the Zenith Cup.
To be continued….
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