It was time. As quickly and carefully as possible you grabbed the warm, red towel off your bed and headed out the door. Rushing downstairs you slipped on your thongs and drank a glass of _____ juice as you attempted to grab your keys. A few moments later, you were rushing out your door and towards your car.
You had to be extra careful now. The heat poured down and the inside of your car was like a sauna. Body drowning in sweat, you turned the car on and waited for the air-conditioning to cool it down to a heat you could stand. Grumbling to yourself, you managed a small smile.
Just think, _____. In less than an hour you'll be in a nice, cool pool. You'll be swimming away your worries with a carefree mind. You won't have to see that annoying French loser. You laughed a little and thought back to the previous phone call you'd had with him.
A few minutes ago you had called in 'sick' to work with a terrible cold. It was a cold that left you bedridden and tired. Your boss, Francis, had bought it easily. The truth was that you simply didn't want to go to work as it was far too hot.
As you rounded a corner, you looked around desperately for the correct street. Sure, it would take longer to get to the pool by taking it, but the other way meant driving straight past your boss' office. That was something you'd rather not do.
It wasn't long until you spotted the street and a few minutes later you were pelting down it, smiling brightly.
Shortly after, you arrived at the pool. The cool waters beckoned you towards them and in a dreamlike state, you drifted towards it. You didn't notice a certain blonde eying you up from the side. As you pulled off your dress to reveal a (f/c) bikini, the man took the chance to catch you off guard.
"____. I did not expect you here! I see you got over your illness?" His thick, French accent caused you to freeze and spin on your heel.
"F-Fran- er, boss!" You attempted to smile and act as though nothing was out of the ordinary. "Ah, yes. I got over it… rather quickly!" It was completely obvious that you were lying. Both you and Francis knew this.
"I see. So you got over your illness and decided to go to the pool instead of work?"
You laughed awkwardly and took a step back as he tilted his head. "I-It would seem so…" He raised a brow at you. "Oh fine! I was too hot to work!" You looked away, extremely embarrassed at having your boss see you both in a bikini and down at the pool after faking an illness.
You waited for him to rip into you. Perhaps he would demote you or even fire you. You squeezed your eyes shut as he took a step towards you. Slowly, you felt arms slide around your waist and you shivered. Then without a warning you were hoisted into the air.
Your (e/c) eyes flung open. "Francis!" You shrieked, forgetting he was your boss. "Put me down!" The blonde laughed cheerfully and held you over his shoulder before he jumped into the pool. As you rose to the surface, the fresh cool water tickling your skin, you growled.
The French laughed and ruffled your hair. A tiny smile flickered onto your face despite your anger. "You're right. It is too hot to work. Instead, let's just relax here." He smiled as he splashed water at you, his blonde hair sticking to his face.