She sighed, turning to face him with a dramatic eye roll. "Oh my, you startled me."
He was terribly good-looking, Christ. The thought hit her like a train as she took in his features.
His chiseled jaw, covered in just the right amount of scruff, clenched tightly as he stared at her with something dangerously close to disdain.
He didn't look pleased. Not one bit.
"This pool is private property," he said coldly.
"And?…" she replied, blowing smoke in his face. He was standing so close now that she could see every detail of his dark green eyes, the tiny golden flecks around his pupils catching the light.
His hair was drawn back into a man bun, with two unruly curls falling perfectly by his temples. She hated how annoyingly attractive it made him look.
"You're naked. In my private pool." His tone was sharp, his eyes hardening.
She blinked at him, stunned. Naked. Yes. Her.
Lord, she had never met a man who didn't drool over her thighs, let alone her fully bare, dripping body!
Yet here he stood, looking more irritated than aroused.
She scoffed, annoyed now. "What? Do I have dermatitis or some shit?"
"No." His voice didn't falter. "But there are rules if you're going to be walking about my property. Rule number one: no nudity. Severe punishments follow any breach of the rules."
She smirked at his stern tone, her lips curling mischievously. "Ooooooh, spank me, Daddy." She let out a low moan before bursting into laughter.
But he didn't even crack a smile.
She rolled her eyes, thoroughly unimpressed. "Oh, come on. I'm Nikki."
"I've seen your posters. I know what you are," he hissed.
Her gaze flickered from his hardened expression down to his broad shoulders and muscled frame.
Damn near perfect.
God dayum, yes, Lawd.
Her body betrayed her, the heat between her legs undeniable. "A supermodel? An icon?"
"A porn star," he shot back, the venom in his words cutting through the humid air. "Now get out of my pool."
The silence that followed was deafening.
Her chest tightened with frustration as his gaze burned into her, firm and controlled. Not a single flicker of desire, nothing.
She hated it.
As a top supermodel, men usually worshiped the ground she walked on. Hell, they'd crawl to her feet just for a glance.
So why? Why was this man, this cowboy with his rough hands and sharp tongue, immune to her stark, wet, naked body?
She cleared her throat, swimming closer to him, determined to break that irritating composure.
As her chest brushed against his, the friction made her want to roll her eyes in pleasure.
Her nipples brushed against the hardness of his chest all the while her eyes never left his.
Still, his face didn't waver.
She stepped out of the pool slowly, giving him a full view of her dripping curves.
The sun glistened off her skin as she leaned close, brushing her lips to his ear. Her tongue darted out, teasing, and she felt his slight shiver.
She smirked, triumph curling in her chest as she whispered, "Your eyes are hard. Bet your cock is even harder."