They go out back

Rachel studies them both for a long moment, her expression unreadable. Finally, she steps aside and opens the door wider. "Alright, come on in then. The girls won't be back until later anyway."

As they step inside, Rachel closes the door behind them. John and Camila follow her into the living room, their footsteps echoing on the hardwood floor.

"So, what kind of help did you have in mind?" John asks, looking around at the house. Camila smiles, her hand coming to rest on John's arm.

"I know she said that she needed someone to do some work around the pool, is that still true."

Rachel smiled and nodded, leading them towards the back door. "Yeah, the pool's a mess," she admitted, pushing the door open. "The pump's shot, and there's a ton of leaves and debris in it. I've been meaning to get to it, but with work and the girls..."

She trailed off, gesturing for them to follow her around back. The pool was visible, a large, clear rectangle surrounded by lush green grass. The water was murky, and a few leaves floated on the surface.

"So, what do you think?" Rachel asked, crossing her arms. "Think you can handle getting it cleaned up?" John surveyed the pool. John nods and says, "I will get to work." He pulls off his shirt showing his abs Camila smiles at Rachel. "You mind if I stay and we can chat while John does his work?"

Rachel shrugs, a slight smile on her face. "Sure, why not? The more the merrier. Let's go sit on the deck." The two women make their way to the deck, leaving John to tackle the pool clean-up. Rachel settles into a chair, while Camila remains standing, leaning against the railing. "So," Rachel starts, her eyes flickering to John as he dives into the task at hand. "What's the deal with this guy? Really just an employee of your husband?"

Camila chuckles, rolling her eyes. "Don't start, Rachel. Just because you are horny and single does not mean all of us are." Rachel rolls her eyes, "You know that is not true I have not had sex in years." They chat for a while, catching up on things. Meanwhile, John works hard, scrubbing the sides of the pool and cleaning out the filter. He works up a sweat, his muscles flexing as he labors. Aftrer more talking Camila convinces Rachel to strip down to their underwear so they can get some sun.

She is nervous at first but agrees after a while longer. Camila laughs, "You know what I'd like? A nice, cold one of your famous martinis. It's been a long day already, and it's only just getting started."

Rachel nods, heading inside to the kitchen. A few minutes later, she emerges with a tray of drinks. She sets it down on the railing, passing out the drink to Camila.

John accepts his water with a grateful nod, taking a long swig. He can see Rachel staring at his muscles and the bulge in his pants

After a moment, he turns to face her, a cocky grin on his face. "Like what you see, Rachel?" he asks, his voice low and teasing. Rachel's eyes widen, and she quickly looks away, a blush creeping up her cheeks. "I... what? No, I was just... admiring your work ethic," she stammers, clearly flustered.

John chuckles, shaking his head. "Sure, you were. Well, just remember, the more you play with fire, the more you're going to get burned."