Goddess Of The Underworld.
Fishes.
“Wow.” I breath out, leaning on the railing to look down at the water.
Xavier’s hands land on the railing either side of my body as the warmth from his chest rests along my
back.
“Do you know how to swim?”
I turn my head to look at him. “Of course…are we…?”
“Sir.” A gentleman clears his throat behind us, and I turn to see him holding two sets of diving gear.
“Thank you, Remis, that’ll be all.” Xavier strides over to wear the gear now sits on a large table and he picks up the clearly smaller suit.
“I said I could swim, not dive.” I panic for a moment, and he laughs.
“I’m a licensed diver. Don’t worry, you’ll be safe with me. You’ll always be safe with me.”
Xavier leads me back to a bedroom he had previously showed me and on the bed is a tiny little red bikini. I snap my head to him and then to the offensive ‘clothing’ and its his turn to blush.
“Fuck.” He rubs the back of his neck. “I asked Aleisha to pack a swimsuit, not butt floss.”
This makes me laugh hysterically. Of course this was her idea.

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