The Love Twin. Patty Salier
had made her decision. She was going to call Jarrid after she took a Jacuzzi and postpone stopping by his store, at least until she received her sister’s diary.
“Do you like this new style, Mrs. Fuller?” Becky asked, hoping to please her one hundred and fifty percent. She handed Mrs. Fuller a mirror and twirled the seat around giving her a back view of her hairstyle.
“Becky, it’s beautiful!” Mrs. Fuller said, happily. “You make me look so young.” She paid her generously for the cut and added a twenty-dollar tip.
“Oh, no, Mrs. Fuller,” Becky began. “You’ve paid me way too much already.”
Mrs. Fuller gently pushed the money back into Becky’s hand. “Now put on your swimsuit and jump into the hot tub. You look tense.” Mrs. Fuller picked up her purse. “I’ll see you next week.”
Becky knew Mrs. Fuller was right. She was wired to the max about calling Jarrid. Maybe a quick Jacuzzi soak would settle her down a bit and then she’d know what to say to him.
Becky slipped on her powder blue, one-piece spandex swimsuit in Mrs. Fuller’s bathroom and then grabbed a towel. As she walked out of the back patio glass doors, Becky suddenly froze.
There was Jarrid emerging from Mrs. Fuller’s pool!
Her breath caught at how handsome he was. He was wearing grass green swim trunks, and his skin glistened from the dripping water and sunlight. As he wiped down his muscled arms and legs with a towel, she gazed at his wide shoulders and broad bare chest.
Her eyes traveled down to his ample manhood pressing against the thin wet fabric of his swim trunks. Her skin burned hot. She’d never blatantly stared at a man with such sultry thoughts in her entire life!
Just as Jarrid stepped into the Jacuzzi, he turned, and his eyes met hers.
“Becky!” A gleaming smile flashed on his face. “Are you Mrs. Fuller’s hair stylist?”
She quickly nodded. “I work at the Nouveau Hair Salon in Beverly Hills,” she replied, trying to keep a calm voice when she was dying inside seeing him again. “Are you the technician she was talking about?”
“Yeah!” he replied, his eyes twinkling as though he was thrilled to see her. “I just installed a new television set for her. She talked me into taking a swim. You, too, huh?”
“Just a dip in the Jacuzzi.” She became very aware of standing half-naked in front of him.
“Come on and join me,” he offered.
She caught his gaze slowly travel down her swimsuited body. His eyes lingered on her breasts. She felt her nipples growing hard from his visual caress.
Becky hesitated. She couldn’t get into that small Jacuzzi with Jarrid, not when he was bringing out sensual feelings she’d never felt before, not even when she was with her ex-boyfriend, Darryl.
I’m here with Jarrid for Pam! she silently reminded herself. Knowing how forward Pam was, she was sure that her twin would want her to take a Jacuzzi with him. She had to act a little bolder like her sister to be convincing.
Becky slowly walked toward the bubbling hot tub, trying to contain her excitement at being with him, trying not to feel her undeniable magnetic attraction to him.
As the warm water swirled around him, Jarrid watched Becky walk toward him. The elastic fabric of her blue swimsuit hugged the roundness of her abundant breasts. Her shapely bare legs looked soft and golden in the sun. He immediately fantasized about touching the warm skin of her inner thighs.
Just then Jarrid noticed Becky nervously clasping and unclasping her hands as she reached the hot tub, as though she didn’t know what to say or do. He was momentarily surprised. The Becky he used to know was impetuous and impulsive. She said and did whatever came to her head, unaware of what anyone thought about her.
Steam from the Jacuzzi swirled between them. He held out his hand, and she hesitantly slipped her fingers through his. He guided her into the white foam. She sat down across from him, looking a bit unsure. He wanted to draw her into his arms, but he held back.
His gaze locked on her shimmering eyes. Her cheeks were flushed. Her lips powder pink.
“You look beautiful, Becky, more beautiful than I remember.” The words rushed out before he could control himself. “I’ve been thinking about you all morning.”
Her face reddened. “Me, too, about you.”
“You have?” he asked, wanting very badly to believe he still had a chance with her.
“Oh, yes,” she responded.
Her rosebud lips parted a little. Her sweetness, her vulnerability, all of it made him ache to kiss her.
“What have you been thinking?” he asked.
“How excited I am at seeing you again,” she said in a shaky voice.
“Not as excited as I feel.”
“Wanna bet?” she added in a teasing tone.
His gaze traveled down her swimsuit. Her nipples protruded through the wet material as though she was naked in front of him.
He swallowed, wanting to touch her, caress her. He could feel his maleness responding under the swirling water.
Slow down, Browning, slow down! he told himself.
But he didn’t listen. Being near her brought out a longing within him that was more powerful than he’d ever felt for her. He impulsively leaned closer to her and gently touched her warm cheek with his palm.
“It’s crazy, Becky, but I almost feel like we’re meeting for the very first time.”
“We are,” she replied and then quickly added, “I mean, in seven years, we’ve both changed a lot.”
“You definitely have.” He traced her full lips with his thumb. “You’re an incredible woman now.”
Then he trailed his finger down her neck to the soft cleavage of her breasts, across the swollen hills, with his eyes steady on hers. He felt her tremble under his touch, as if he’d never caressed her before.
As his mouth closed over hers, he heard a voice call out, “Mr. Browning, you have a phone call.”
He turned and saw the housekeeper standing at the sliding glass door. “Okay, thanks,” he responded. “I’ll be right there.”
When he turned back to Becky, she was already out of the Jacuzzi with a towel wrapped around her body.
“Jarrid, I need to get back to the salon,” she said, her voice quivering a little.
“Will I see you later at my store?”
“I—I was wondering if we could do it another day,” she hesitantly asked. “I’m running late, and I might have to squeeze a couple of appointments in tonight.”
Disappointment filled him. “Sure, I understand. We’ll do it later.” But deep down, he felt her drawing away from him.
As she hurried back to the main building, Jarrid felt the impulse to call her back. He needed to tell her that he hadn’t meant to move so quickly. He didn’t mean to put any pressure on her. All he’d wanted was to get close to her.
Becky raced into Mrs. Fuller’s bathroom. Her skin was still flaming from Jarrid’s touch. She didn’t dare go to his store now. She’d gotten so turned on by him that she would’ve blended into his kiss with no holding back if the housekeeper hadn’t shown up.
Under the cool shower, Becky could still feel Jarrid’s warm finger caressing the tops of her breasts and his mouth touching hers. She ached to feel his strong hands cupping her breasts, pressing his palms against her nipples.
She abruptly turned off the shower water. What am I thinking? I’m with