“Good morning,” a gravelly male voice said, making Anna almost jump out of her skin in shock.
“Morning,” she said, turning to see who it was.
As her eyes settled on the raspy voice, Anna quickly concluded he was most definitely an athlete, and not a bad looking one at that. For almost a whole second she forgot she was going to soon become Mrs. James Thompson.
“How did you get in here?” he inquired, raising a quizzical eyebrow.
“I came with a friend. He’s in the pool. Why?” Anna heard herself say it but it was too late to take it back. Why had she called James her ‘friend’? He was her fiancé.
“No need to get defensive, Princess,” he said. “Just asking. I’m Trent.” Anna’s first impression of the man standing before her was that he was extremely polite and deeply intriguing. There was something in his crooked smile made Anna’s heart skip a beat. His penetrating deep ocean blue eyes and his dirty blond hair completed the picture of the handsome and mesmerising stranger.
“Anna,” she said, extending her hand to shake his. His hands were warm and soft. A heat rushed through her body and she began to think things she knew she shouldn’t be thinking. She had the feeling somehow they already knew each other. She was completely comfortable standing with him as the sense of déjà vu ran riot through her body. At almost six and a half feet Anna knew if she had met him before there was no way she could have ever forgotten him, even if she had wanted to.
“When you finish, why don’t you let me buy you breakfast?” He smiled again, his warm panty dropping smile.
“Excuse me?” Anna asked, bewildered.
“The kiosk is just in the next building. Why don’t you let me buy you a juice or a fruit salad or something? Everyone has to eat,” he explained hopefully.
“I’m sorry,” Anna began, instantly regretting not being upfront about her relationship with James. “I’m here with my fiancé. We’re headed out for breakfast when we finish up. Sorry.”
“Oh, okay then,” he replied, looking defeated. But before she had a chance to apologise, he added, “Well, I’ll let you get back to your workout then. It was very nice to meet you, Anna,” before turning and heading in the opposite direction.
“You too,” she mumbled to no one in particular.
A few minutes later James appeared at her side. He had finished his swim earlier than usual and had come to annoy her. His dripping wet hair was plastered across his face, sticking to his forehead. He had already showered and changed and was waiting for Anna to finish so they could return to the hotel.
“Hey, looking good.” He smiled, playfully smacking her bottom.
“Don’t be smart, boy.” Anna laughed back at him. James flashed a cheeky little smile, which made Anna instantly nervous. “What? What are you up to?”
“Well…” James grinned. He whisked her up in his arms and threw her over his shoulder like she was a rag doll. Anna was squirming and demanding he put her down at once, but James was laughing too loudly to hear her pleas. He pushed his way through the doors and out onto the pool deck.
“What are you doing? James?” Anna knew instantly what he was planning. “Please don’t,” she begged, “I was always nice to you. Please…”
“Anna, would I ever hurt you?” James laughed manically. He stood on the edge of the pool, still with Anna squirming on his shoulder and didn’t hesitate. He jumped in. They were both fully clothed, shoes and all, and now they were in the pool. The rest of James’s squad were standing on the edge laughing hysterically.
Anna looked up and saw everyone crowded around clutching their stomachs as they laughed thunderously. They hardly believed what they had just seen. “That’s it, boy. You are going down,” Anna promised as she pushed herself up on his shoulders. When he didn’t budge, she let go and tried to swim away. Anna wasn’t the best swimmer, but it was made even harder by her clothes weighing her down. Even though she got a head start on James she knew she stood no chance. She looked up at the squad hopefully and yelled, “You know, you guys could help me.” They just laughed even harder.
James caught her and pushed her head under the water, pretending to drown her. “Help me,” Anna pleaded again, looking up at the team with wide, hopeful eyes. They all stopped laughing, looked at each other, and dived in. Anna used the commotion to sneak out of the pool. Within minutes Anna was drying herself off and watching as James and the rest of the squad tried desperately to drown each other. Suddenly she was flooded with emotions. Anna was disappointed her friends couldn’t see this. This was James being a regular guy—having fun with his friends, laughing, and joking; being young and carefree. This was the James she knew. This was the James she loved.
As Anna stood there, drying herself and watching all the fun a hand gripped her elbow. Shocked, Anna stepped backwards clumsily, almost slipping over in her wet runners. Trent was standing there, staring at her. His hooded eyes were so intense that Anna thought he was undressing her with them.
“Hey again.” She smiled, wringing some of the water out of her hair.
“Why didn’t you tell me?” he asked bluntly.
“Tell you what?”
“That your ‘friend’ was James Thompson,” he said. His voice was flat and he sounded hurt, which surprised Anna more than anything he actually said.
“Why does it matter who he is?”
“You know exactly why it matters. I looked at you in the gym and I felt the sparks between us. I know you felt it too. The way you were looking at me, making me feel like I actually had a chance when I never did. I mean, how could I? Your ‘friend’ is one of the world’s best swimmers, with everything a girl could want. Except you maybe,” he snorted with distaste.
Anna wanted to reach her hand out and slap him, just to wipe that smirk right off his face. “Meaning?” she dared him.
“Well, if you’re looking at me like that, what’s James Thompson missing? If you look at other men, it’s quite obvious James isn’t giving you everything you want. Or everything you need.” He wasn’t at all what Anna had concluded in the gym. He was arrogant, conceited, and obnoxious. He was trying to get under her skin and she knew it.
“Excuse me, I have to leave,” Anna said, pushing past him.
“And what? Go back to that inadequate thing you call your ‘friend’? Have a nice life, Anna. But just remember, I am the best sex that you are never going to get,” Trent spat before disappearing around the corner.
Anna walked over and sat on the most uncomfortable plastic chair she had ever seen. She asked herself millions of questions but the one that hurt the most—if there had been any truth in Trent’s questioning. James emerged from the pool and sauntered over, oozing sex appeal.
“James,” she whined, but he just laughed easily as pulled her to her feet and led her out to the car.
Anna climbed into the front seat, her clothes soaking wet and beads of water trickling down the back of her neck. James, too, was still wet. Despite the crisp, cold Canberra air they both laughed wholeheartedly. They were so caught up in their own bubble they hadn’t even noticed the people staring at them as they walked arm in arm across the car park or the reporter who followed them.
The next day James and Anna were front page news. A photo from their wet t-shirt contest took up the entire cover of the paper. This incriminating photograph combined with a press conference the other day in which James announced he was engaged was enough for Anna to become an overnight celebrity.
“This is ridiculous!” James declared, looking out the window across the lake. “I feel like a prisoner in my hotel room. I hate this,” James pouted. Anna couldn’t help but laugh. James was normally the calm and collected one in the relationship, but right now he was anything but impressed about the current situation.