"Yes," he breathed with relief and waited until she left. Domitian then said, "Towels," and turned toward the French doors. He slid out onto the side terrace and headed for the French doors to the kitchen. A quick glance ahead, and another back the way he'd come as he slid into the kitchen proved that there were no cameras mounted on the side wall of the house.
All Domitian could find in the half bathroom off the kitchen were a couple of hand towels. Shrugging, he took them, and then slipped back outside through the French doors again. He walked around the house to the pool so that he could check the front of the house and the side the pool was on as well. No cameras outside then, he noted as he paused and glanced along the back of the house where the bedroom and en suite bathroom were.
That was something, at least, Domitian decided and carried the towels over to drop them on one of the lounge chairs. At least they could talk out here without the fear of being listened to. It was why he'd suggested a swim. Also, a quick dunk in the cold pool would hopefully help keep their minds on track if they got distracted from their objective.
That thought in mind, Domitian walked over and dipped a toe in the water to test the temperature.
"How is it?"
Glancing around he saw Sarita approaching in a hanky torn into three tiny triangles that were taped over her important bits. At least that's what it looked like. The bikini bottom had less material than the thong she'd worn earlier, and the bits of cloth over her breasts barely covered her nipples let alone her breasts.
"Dios," Domitian breathed and thought with horror that Dressler was a diabolical bastard.
Sarita slowed as she noted Domitian's expression. The bathing suit she had on, if it could be called that, was the biggest one available. Not big in size-they were all her size-but this one had offered the most material, covering more than the others would have. It still covered very little.
Sarita kept in shape for work. She did a hundred sit-ups and push-ups every morning and night, and then did an hour of cardio every evening after dinner to stay fit and in good running order to chase down perps. She was extremely fit.
Unfortunately, she also liked to eat, and the combination left her fit but still overly curvy. She had thighs and hips she felt were too big and a muffin top that made her groan with despair. However, her body was her body and after a quick grimace on seeing herself in the bikini and noting what it exposed, she'd shrugged and headed out with her head held high.
Now, on spotting the horror on Domitian's face, though, Sarita narrowed her eyes and stopped, almost daring him to say something insulting about how she looked in the swimsuit.
She didn't have long to wait.
"How is a man to think with his woman looking like this?" Domitian exploded, waving at her as if she were a nightmare. "Look at you! Your beautiful breasts overflowing those little patches of cloth. You might as well not even be wearing the top! And those little straps that make up the bottoms. They just draw the eye to your luscious hips and your shapely legs. Oh Dios! Your legs! I just want to lick and kiss my way up their gorgeous length. No! I want to lick and kiss every part of your beautiful body, and then-" He broke off, almost gasping, and then turned and plunged into the pool to start swimming toward the waterfall.
Sarita stared after him rather blankly, her mind slow to understand what she'd just heard. She'd thought him horrified because of how she looked, and he was, but not in the way she'd expected. Good God, the things he wanted to do to her. Domitian would give good phone sex-that was for sure. His words alone had left her standing there wet and aching for the pleasure she already knew he could give her. And she couldn't do a damned thing about it. They had to work out a plan to get off this island, and she was guessing that was why Domitian had suggested the "swim." He had been thinking that there were no cameras here.
She glanced around the pool, eyeing the forest suspiciously. There could be cameras in there that they couldn't see. It didn't matter, however. Being overheard was the main concern and the sound of the waterfall would cover any conversation they had so long as they kept it down. The problem was controlling themselves long enough to talk and come up with an idea to get out of there, and that was starting to seem impossible.
"God, I need a drink," Sarita muttered and glanced over her shoulder toward the house, but turned back quickly at the sound of splashing.
Domitian had surfaced after one lap and was now walking up the pool stairs, the water falling away with each step to reveal his gorgeous shoulders, his wide chest, his flat stomach, and-
Good God, he'd said she might as well not be wearing the top, but he might as well take off his boxers. Soaking wet, they clung to him like a second skin, and were doing nothing to hide the amazing erection he was sporting. It was pointed straight at her, and he was following it she noted, taking a wary step back.