Chapter 53 Caliente

Chapter 53 Caliente
I didn't sleep well, so I woke up the next morning feeling irritated.
And when the staff took their time bringing me breakfast in bed, my mood got worse. On top of that, the eggs were runny, and one piece of toast was slightly burned.
Nonetheless, I controlled my temper and refrained from chewing them out because I wanted nothing but good vibes ahead of my meeting with Ricardo.
After finishing that pathetic excuse of a breakfast, I took a nice long bath, luxuriating in the special blend of all-natural aromatic herbs that I had personally selected. I also shaved my legs and other necessary bits until everything was glossy and smooth.
Once my bathing ritual was completed, I spent a good amount of time in my walk-in closet, trying on different outfits. I wanted something that was casual but also reflected my exalted position as mistress of the estate.
It took a while, but eventually I landed on something the girl at the boutique had called a tennis dress. I wasn't quite sure whether that was in reference to the sport or not because I'd never played tennis in my entire life.
The dress was made of the purest white cotton and had a cute little skirt that nicely showed off my tanned legs. Best of all, it came with a matching white visor that I thought was very fetching, indeed.
By the time all that was finished, it was well past noon, and the weather had grown quite warm. I'd debated where to meet Ricardo and decided that the pool house would be the right venue in this heat, so I took the golf cart and headed out across the estate.
When I got there, I used the intercom to order myself a cocktail. I then got myself situated on a lounge chair with the umbrella positioned to keep me in the shade. Unfortunately, when the girl arrived with my drink, she acted like she'd never heard of Ricardo.
I told her he was the good-looking young guy on the landscaping staff, and finally she understood who I meant and promised to bring him to me forthwith.
That left me with some free time on my hands, and as I sat there gazing out at the pool, I started remembering the time when I'd met Jack there following his date with what's-her-name. I closed my eyes and savored the images flashing through my mind, including when we had both been in the pool and were splashing around and having fun.
After a while, though, I started getting restless, and the heat was becoming unbearable. Even in the shade, I felt like I was cooking, and no matter how many times I tried adjusting my position, I just couldn't get comfortable.
That's when I realized how excited I was for my reunion with Ricardo, although I had to remind myself to play it cool since our positions had changed since our earlier encounter, and it would no longer be proper for me to jump on him right away.
It wasn't easy sitting there, waiting for the staff to bring Ricardo to me. The estate was so large, and he could've been working on any part of it, so I had no way of knowing when he would arrive.
As time passed, I started fantasizing more and more about jumping into the pool for a quick dip just to cool down. But then I remembered that I had put on that special dress for him and done my hair and everything else, so I held off.
Eventually, though, I couldn't resist a moment longer, so I got up and went into the pool house. Initially, my plan was to just relax in the air conditioning, but then I saw all those swimsuits, so I threw caution to the wind and changed into a bikini. I put my hair up in a clip, telling myself I'd just get into the water for five minutes and be out before Ricardo arrived.
Feeling the breeze on my bare skin was wonderful, but once I walked down the steps and entered the pool, I was truly in heaven. A shiver of pleasure ran down my spine as I felt all my heat and anxiety drain away. There were little goosebumps on my arm as I waded around the shallow end, savoring the delicious coolness of the water.
Of course, it was just then that Ricardo showed up, wearing a clean shirt just like I had asked. I was very pleased to see his handsome face once more even though he'd caught me before I was ready.
"Ricardo! You're here," I said, giving him a big smile.
"Yes, ma'am," said Ricardo, giving me a little bow. "They tell me you need my help with something?"
"Now, now," I chided him. "No need for such formalities. It's me, Allison, remember?"
"Yes, Miss Allison," said Ricardo, that lovely accent of his getting me tingling all over. "I'm sorry."
"Oh, it's all right," i said. "It's so hot out today, don't you think?"
"Yes ma'am... err, yes, Miss Allison," said Ricardo. "Is a hot summer for sure."
"Indeed!" I said. "Say, why don't you come join me in the pool? You'll feel so much better."
"Oh, no thank you, Miss Allison," said Ricardo. "I have much work to do, and my boss, he will be angry if I do not finish."
"Oh, come on," I said with a little chuckle. "Don't worry about him. I'll speak to him if I have to. You won't get in any trouble."
"But Mister Malcolm say he wanted..." said Ricardo.
"Don't worry about him," I said, cutting him off. "Malcolm is away on business, and while he's gone, I'm in charge. Do you understand?"
"Ah, yes, Miss Allison," said Ricardo, again giving me a little bow.
"Relax, Ricardo, come on," I said. "It's me! And I am inviting you to join me in the pool. Just for five minutes. What do you say?"
"Oh, uh, I don't know," said Ricardo. "I don't have - how you say? - the clothes for swimming."
"Well, don't let that stop you," I said with a little chuckle. "Just shuck off your shorts and jump in. I promise not to tell anyone."
"I don't know..." said Ricardo, being stubbornly hesitant.
"Ricardo, enough of this nonsense!" I said. "You and I once had a caliente moment together, don't you remember? Now take off your shirt."
"Yes, ma'am," said Ricardo, giving me a little sullen look before slowly removing his shirt.
"Ah, that's much better," I said as a little tingle ran down my spine. "And now your shorts. You can keep your underwear on, though, if you want."
"Yes, Miss Allison," said Ricardo, pausing for a long moment before slowly unfastening his shorts and letting them fall to the ground.
I was a bit shocked to see he was wearing that old-fashioned type they call briefs or "tighty-whities," but it was a pleasant surprise to see just how nicely they outlined his package, which certainly got my inner fires roaring.
"That's it," I said, giving him an encouraging wave. "Now come over here to me."
"No, señora, I am not sure this is okay," said Ricardo.
"Ricardo, enough!" I said, speaking a little more brusquely than I had intended. "I am telling you to get into this pool with me right this minute. Now do it."
"Si, señora," said Ricardo, looking almost like a man condemned to the gallows as he made his way over to the steps.
"That's it. Just a little bit further," I said, trying to hide my irritation at his obstinant behavior.
I just couldn't understand why he was acting like spending a few minutes with me in the pool was some kind of punishment. If I were the one working outdoors all day in the hot sun, I would've been thrilled if my boss gave me permission to jump in the pool and cool off.
But then again, maybe he didn't know how to swim very well, so that's why he was acting so afraid of the water.
"Si, si, just a little further," I said, waving him over as gingerly extended one foot toward the surface of the pool.
Ricardo looked up at me for a moment, an expression of agony on his face, but then he did as I commanded and kept going down the stairs until he was standing on the bottom of the pool in the shallow end.
"Good job!" I said with a big grin as I waded over toward him, my arms extended. "And for that, you get a special reward."