Client comes out

John wiped the sweat from his brow as he finished cleaning the pool, the hot sun beating down on him relentlessly. He had just gathered his tools when he heard the sliding glass door open behind him. He turned to see the lady of the house stepping out onto the patio, wearing a turquoise bikini that highlighted her tan skin. Her long, blonde hair cascaded over her shoulders, and her sunglasses only added to her allure.

"Hi, John," she greeted, her voice smooth and friendly. "Just wanted to check out the work and get your payment squared away."

John nodded, trying to maintain his composure. "Sure thing, Mrs. Richardson."

She walked around the freshly mowed lawn, running her fingers through the blades of grass as she inspected his work. Her movements were slow and deliberate, and John couldn’t help but notice how the sun glistened on her skin.

"This looks great," she said, turning back to him with a smile. "You did an excellent job, as always."

"Thank you," John replied, feeling a flush of pride.

She approached him, reaching into a small bag she carried. She pulled out a enevelipe and handed it to him. "Here's your payment. And I added a little extra for the thorough job, we will miss you here.”

John took the envelope, their fingers briefly brushing against each other. He felt a jolt of electricity from the contact. "Thanks, Mrs. Richardson. I appreciate it."

She removed her sunglasses, revealing striking blue eyes that seemed to look right through him. "Call me Sandra," she said softly. "You’re here often enough."

John smiled, feeling slightly more at ease. "Okay, Sandra."

She glanced around one last time, then back at him. "You know, it’s such a beautiful day. Would you like to join me for a swim? You look like you could use a break."

John's heart raced. He knew he should decline, but the invitation was tempting. "I really shouldn’t. I still have another job to finish."

Sandra pouted playfully. "Just a quick dip? You’ve worked so hard."

John hesitated for a moment before shaking his head, his sense of duty prevailing. "Maybe another time."

Sandra’s smile didn't falter. "I’ll hold you to that," she said, with a wink. "Have a great day, John."

"You too, Sandra," he replied, watching as she turned and walked back into the house, the sound of the sliding door closing behind her.

John exhaled deeply, trying to steady his thoughts. He folded the check and slipped it into his pocket, the image of Sandra in her bikini lingering in his mind as he packed up his tools and prepared to head to the next job.