Claiming Her in the Pool: A Bad Boy Romance

By Cassandra Dee and Sarah May

I needed money so I took a job as a pool girl at an all-male swim club.

It would be easy: pick up towels and serve drinks to bored billionaires with too much time and money on their hands.

But when I saw what happens at the pool, my mouth dropped open.

Let’s just say that they have to change the water daily, if not hourly, because there’s so much hot goop that it can’t possibly stay clean.

But one day, a handsome billionaire sees me … and his blue eyes gleam.

Trent Lewis is irresistible with a body to die for and an empire at his command.

But he only has one thing on his mind.

Swimming lessons.

Getting that water dirty all over again.

Floating among the bubbles.

Enjoying the steamy depths.

And after we’re done, they’ll have to drain the entire pool to get it clean!

Hey Readers – We’re back at the Billionaires Club for some filthy debauchery. As usual, the story’s off the charts crazy and taboo, so keep a drink close by to cool down! You’ll love it, we promise :) xoxo Cassie and Sarah

• Language: English
• Publisher: Cassandra Dee Romance
• Release date: Jan 15, 2020

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Claiming Her In the Pool

~A Sports Romance~

© 2018

By Cassandra Dee and Sarah May

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DEDICATION

To all the girls who skinny dip.

This one’s for you!

NOTE FROM CASSIE AND SARAH

Hi! Thanks so much for reading Claiming Her in the Pool, part of the Claiming Her series. We hope you enjoy Kelsey’s tale of finding love in the water.

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Love,

Cassie and Sarah

ABOUT THIS BOOK

I needed money so I took a job as a pool girl at an all-male swim club.

It would be easy: pick up towels and serve drinks to bored billionaires with too much time and money on their hands.

But when I saw what happens at the pool, my mouth dropped open.

Let’s just say that they have to change the water daily, if not hourly, because there’s so much hot goop that it can’t possibly stay clean.

But one day, a handsome billionaire sees me … and his blue eyes gleam.

Trent Lewis is irresistible with a body to die for and an empire at his command.

But he only has one thing on his mind.

Swimming lessons.

Getting that water dirty all over again.

Floating among the bubbles.

Enjoying the steamy depths.

And after we’re done … they’ll have to drain the entire pool to get it clean!

Hey Readers – We’re back at the Billionaires Club for some filthy debauchery. As usual, the story’s off the charts crazy and taboo, so keep a drink close by to cool down! You’ll love it, we promise :) xoxo Cassie and Sarah

TABLE OF CONTENTS

Claiming Her In the Pool

CHAPTER 1

CHAPTER 2

CHAPTER 3

CHAPTER 4

CHAPTER 5

CHAPTER 6

CHAPTER 7

CHAPTER 8

CHAPTER 9

CHAPTER 10

CHAPTER 11

EPILOGUE

A Sneak Peek: Their Secret

A Sneak Peek: Beg Me

MORE BY CASSANDRA DEE

ABOUT THE AUTHORS

CHAPTER 1

Kelsey

I’m a sassy girl and flaunting my assets has never been a problem. But what happened last year was so off the charts that I don’t know where to begin. Maybe it was the fact that I had no money for gas again. Maybe it was the fact that I was so sick of my loser boyfriend Rick bailing at the last minute, that I decided to go with my buddy Amber to some random party. But one thing led to another, and suddenly, my life was completely different.

Come on, said Amber, fluffing out her long blonde hair while appraising her reflection in the mirror. It’ll be fun.

I grumbled a little. After a day at the country club slinging towels and bringing out drinks to spoiled rich women, I was tired. My face felt like it would crack if I had to put on one more fake smile, and my skin still smelled of chlorine despite the fact that I’d soaped myself up three times in the shower.

I dunno, maybe I’ll just stay home, was my yawn. You know I’m supposed to meet Rick tomorrow. He’s taking me to that new restaurant that serves the best burgers.

Amber pulled a face before spinning towards me with her hands on her hips.

Kels, I hate to break it to you, but Rick’s not going to do that. I already know he’s going out with Bob and the crew tomorrow. They’re doing some ATV riding before hitting the shooting range.

That made me jerk upright, shock on my face.

No way, I shook my head. This is actually supposed to be our six month anniversary lunch. Rick promised. He said he made a reservation at Burger Bistro already.

Amber shook her head sadly before turning back to face the mirror.

Sweetie, I hate to break it to you, but it’s not true. Bob and Rick have had this trip planned for ages. Maybe you got the date wrong? Maybe it’s supposed to be next weekend instead? Because I know they put a deposit down two weeks ago, and you know how these places are. It’s not just a five dollar deposit, it was something along the lines of two hundred bucks.

I gaped at her, head spinning. And as if on cue, suddenly my phone beeped.

Hey babe, came the text from Rick. Feeling really sick. Think I got the flu from my little sister. Rain check on lunch tomorrow?

I couldn’t even text back, my face white from shock. But my cell beeped again.

Love ya, he wrote like I couldn’t see through this farce. You’re in my thoughts.

I threw my cell down, unable to believe it. Amber turned to me with a knowing frown.

He just canceled, didn’t he? she asked sympathetically. I know, I can tell. That guy’s a douchebag and always has been. I told you that it’d be disaster to go out with him.

I shook my head, unable to believe that Rick was lying to my face. Did he think I was dumb? After all, Amber, Bob, me and Rick are all in the same friend group. We’re a working class group of teens and twenty somethings in Phoenix who like to have fun. Money’s tight, but a celebratory lunch at Burger Bistro wasn’t out of our budgets, especially if it was to commemorate six months together. So how could Rick plan this getaway with his buddies to the shooting range? Plus, ATVs and guns aren’t cheap. They cost a pretty penny, and I couldn’t believe he’d rather blow his paycheck hanging with his friends while lying to my face about being sick.

I turned to Amber.

You know what? I said, bouncing out of my chair. I think I will go to that party with you tonight. Where did you say it was again?

She grinned.

Atta girl. It’s at some rich dude’s house out in the desert. But get this, Kels. Allegedly, this guy has an indoor pool in his basement with neon lights, so bring your bikini!

I rolled my eyes. This was probably going to be a party at a Hugh Hefner-type of mansion where there were old dudes with flabby bodies eyeing pretty young things. Oh god. I didn’t want that. But seeing that my plans for tomorrow had already blown up, there was no reason to try and get my beauty sleep. Might as well go out, enjoy myself, and have fun, since there was no reason to get up early tomorrow morning.

Okay, I said with a sigh. Just give me a second to change.

And in the bathroom, I looked at the two swimsuits in my possession. One was a one-piece, but it wasn’t some staid, conservative nylon number. It had cute cut-outs, plus a long string that you wound around your stomach, making it look kind of elegant. My hand reached for the black swimsuit, but then stopped as I turned to look at the other option. Option number two was completely different. The bikini was absolutely hoochy and wrong, what with being gold colored and made of a shiny lamé fabric. But what made it scandalous was the fact that there was barely any material. The string ties were connected to little bits of fabric that seemed no bigger than tiny postage stamps.

Are you ready? called Amber from outside. What’s taking so long?

What was taking so long was that I was choosing between being Good Girl or Bad Girl Kelsey. I could go with the black one-piece and come across as a decent, modest girl who liked having fun. Or I could go with the gold bikini and present myself as a skanky hooch capable of doing the dirtiest acts. At that moment, my phone buzzed again.

Oh my god, just vomited into the toilet from the flu, read Rick’s text. Will miss you sooo much tomorrow babe.

That did it. This guy was so full of shit, and with a snort, I loosened the gold bikini from the hanger and began draping it over my considerable assets. Oh wow. This was going to be even more revealing that I’d previously thought because I’ve put on some weight recently, and the outfit covered next to nothing. My ginormous Double Ds