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The afternoon heat was heavy, but the water in the pool looked invitingly refreshing. I leaned back against the lounge chair, letting the sun warm my skin. Though my attention was fixed on the pool boy. He was a college junior from next door, hired to skim the leaves and keep the chemical balance right. Today, he was working at a painfully slow pace.
He was wearing faded swim trunks, his tanned back glistening with a light sheen of sweat as he reached the skimmer pole across the deep end. He was trying hard not to look at me, but I’d caught his eyes darting my way every time I shifted. I decided to make it a little harder for him to focus.
Standing up slowly, I walked over to the edge of the pool, right where he was working. I let my sunglasses slip down the bridge of my nose, catching his eye.
“It’s scorching today,” I said, my voice dropping an octave. “You look like you’re melting out here.”
He paused, gripping the aluminum pole a little tighter, his knuckles turning white. “Just… standard summer maintenance,” he stammered, a flush creeping up his neck that had nothing…