Chapter 32. Trust Game

Harlan’s POV

“Harlan? Can I come in?”

Shit.

Quickly, I dry myself and put a towel around my waist. I calm my breathing too so my manhood will calm down, but putting my hand in front of it to cover it will probably be the best method.

“Harlan?” she knocks again. “Are you in there?”

“Hey!” I beam as I open the door. “What’s up?” I’m trying to sound as cool as possible, but if she only knows what’s going on underneath me, she’d run straight back to Vermont.

“Can I come in?” she asks. She looks at my wet, naked body and her voice trembles a little.

I swallow hard and say, “Sure.”

I take a step back and Savannah peers through the doorway before slowly stepping inside. She has a little smile on her face and her hands are behind her back, hiding something. I close the door behind her and she stops walking in the middle of the room. I follow her and stand an arm’s length away.

“So…” she trails, “This is the pool house, huh?”