Audrey.
"Connor?"
"I'm not tellin'."
A surge of anger spiked her
adrenaline. "Look, I don't need a pervert daring me to skinny dip in
someone else's pool. Do me a favor and don't call this number again."
"With a body as beautiful as
yours, I'm surprised you're afraid."
Charli's thumb hovered over the
off button, but the deep timbre of his voice had her mesmerized, her body
heating at the rich tone. "I'm not afraid. I'm just not stupid."
She'd hoped to come off indignant, but the best she could do was breathless.
"Suit yourself and play it safe...or
take the dare. Judge Stephen’s pool, three fifteen—be there. I'll be
watching."
A click followed by silence
indicated he'd hung up. Charli stared down at the phone, not sure if she'd
heard things. She shook her head. No, she had not just had a call from a sexy
stranger daring her to skinny dip in the judge's pool. Temptation was too small
a town. Getting caught wasn't a question. Everyone was always in everyone
else's business. Besides, the judge lived smack-dab in the oldest neighborhood,
surrounded by old biddies who spread gossip faster than a wildfire during a
long Texas drought.
What was she even thinking about
this challenge for anyway?
As her SUV drove past the turn to
Judge Stephen's house, her foot slipped off the accelerator, her belly tightening.
She glanced at the clock on her
dash. At three-twelve in the morning, all those old biddies were sound asleep.
The judge would be as well. Her skin felt sticky from eight hours of work
behind the bar and the hot Texas night wasn't helping to cool her. The thought
of slipping naked into the cool waters of a swimming pool made her body yearn.
Before she could think a rational
thought, her foot hit the brake, she spun the steering wheel and she slammed
the accelerator to the floor, headed for the center of town. Two minutes until
three-fifteen.
Mr. Sexy-Voice would be there
watching.
Another titillating shiver
slithered over her body, the body that had been beyond tired while working the
bar now pulsed madly in anticipation.
A block away from the judge's
place, Charli pulled to a stop in the driveway of a deserted house whose for
sale sign had long since fallen over. She shifted into park and paused, her
fingers curling around the door handle. Should she?
She waited, hoping the phone on
the seat beside her would suddenly ring, the sexy-voiced caller egging her on.
Then she'd tell him to go jump in the pool himself, she sure as hell wasn't. A
minute passed, the clock on the dash blinked to three-fifteen and no ringtone
pierced the night.
Somewhere out by Judge Stephen's
pool, Mr. Sexy Voice waited.
Would he come out when he saw
her? Or would he remain hidden, a peeping Tom, watching to see if she stupidly
fell in with his dare. How could a man stay in hiding with a naked woman
floating so close? Maybe if she touched herself, he'd come out and take over.
Her pussy creamed as she
envisioned the sexy caller, tall, dark and handsome, sliding into the pool with
her, naked, his cock jutting forward, the moonlight glancing off his glistening
body. The sun-warmed water would caress her skin, lapping at her breasts with
the movements he'd create, stirring the surface.
Her breathing coming faster, the
heat of the night pressing in, Charli jerked open the door, jumped out and
eased it closed to avoid waking the neighbors. Then she ran for the judge's
house, stripping her clothes as she moved from bush to bush. If she stopped to
think, she'd change her mind. Her stomach quivered with anticipation.
When she arrived at the side of
Judge Stephen's house, she hung her clothing over the edge of a bush, perfectly
located for a quick escape. With a furtive glance in all directions, she
slipped between the bushes and tiptoed toward the pool.
Her body tingled. If Mr. Sexy
Voice was out there, he'd be watching.
She straightened her shoulders,
letting her breasts jut out. Let him eat his heart out. If he wanted some of
this, he'd