I saw a big swimming pool inside the door. Dozens of men and women in bright clothes were soaking wet, holding wine glasses, draping towels over their shoulders, and moving through the crowd, chatting easily with others.
Another spot was near the speakers, where men and women in skimpy clothes got close, bodies pressed together as they danced. The vibe was steamy and intense.
There were still a lot of people in the pool. In short, there were a lot of bare white bodies.
Alarieka realized where Patrick had taken her, and she immediately grabbed the door frame. Too bad Patrick moved faster and pulled her in right away. The door slowly closed behind her.
Patrick let go of her hand, stood by her side, and said with a light laugh, โAlarieka, I got tired just watching you compete. How about we play for a bit and take a break?โ
Alarieka looked at him with a cold expression: โDidnโt expect you to be into this, Mr. Schultz. Iโll pass, donโt want to catch something here.โ
Alarieka spoke really bluntly, and her words were sharp. Hearing that, Patrickโs face darkened a bit, but he still kept his usual gentlemanly manner.
Alarieka turned around and was about to push open the swimming pool door. Patrickโs laid-back voice sounded behind her: โItโs no use, this door wonโt open without my say-so, so Alarieka, youโd better just stay here and behave tonight.โ
Alarieka gritted her teeth. She turned around, and the next moment she saw Patrick taking off his suit jacket right in front of her without any hesitation, and then he took off his white shirt too. Alarieka frowned and looked away.
Patrick laughed and said, โWhat? Is my body not good? Why donโt you look at me?โ
Alarieka said coldly, โIf you didnโt act like a peacock in heat everywhere, I could look at you a few more times.โ
Patrick chuckled and didnโt say anything else.
In the afterglow, Patrick was already walking toward the crowd with his shirt off: โAlarieka, if you want to play, come over. Iโll wait for you.โ He was obviously very familiar with that group, and soon started clinking glasses and chatting with the others, smiling and totally at ease.
There were quite a few women in revealing, sexy swimsuits pressed up close, smiling in a flirty, beautiful way, their slender, fair fingers tracing and teasing on Patrickโs chest and back. Patrick didnโt look at those women. He grabbed the womanโs wandering hand and smiled, playful and gentle: โAlright, beautiful, have you touched enough?โ
The woman gave him a playful glare: โIs that enough?โ Patrick smiled and firmly pushed the womanโs hand away. The woman stomped her foot in defiance, bit her lip, and left.
There was a bunch of people around Patrick criticizing him for not treating girls nicely. Patrick just smiled and didnโt say anything. Alarieka looked for a few seconds, then quickly looked away.
Patrickโs body really was good. If he hadnโt been Patrick, Alarieka wouldโve taken a few more looks. What a pity, he was just Patrick.
Alarieka turned around and looked seriously at the closed door. She was so serious, so she didnโt notice the way Patrick looked at her, cold as a viper.
Alarieka grabbed the doorknob at the entrance and twisted it hard. Sure enough, just like Patrick said, it just wouldnโt open. Alarieka tried a few more times, but gave up when she couldnโt open it. She stared bored at the noisy crowd by the pool, and her irritation got even worse.
At this moment, Patrick was having a great time in the crowd, totally forgetting there was still an Alarieka he brought here. Patrick laughed so hard, and Alarieka just got more and more annoyed watching him.
She walked over, heading straight for Patrick. Patrick stayed in the swimming pool. His tall, strong body moved through the water like a fish. His moves were perfect and his muscles were well-built. Several womenโs eyes were stuck on him and couldnโt look away.
Alarieka didnโt look good and was dressed really tightly. She really stood out among all those bare bodies, and a lot of people were looking at her.
Alarieka was about to walk through the crowd when a few men blocked her way. The way a few guys looked at her really wasnโt good, their eyes were cloudy and had a disgusting, sleazy vibe. After checking out her face, there was a flash of amazement in their eyes.
He looked her up and down, checking out her body under the clothes, giving her that clueless look. His voice was gross and suggestive: โHey pretty, you really donโt get it, huh? Why are you still wearing so much? Hurry up and take it off, let us have a look, give us something nice to see.โ