96 The Seductive Red Bikini
“Where are Cora and Eleanor?” I asked, clutching my robe tighter.
“A little something from Damien.” Her eyes twinkled mischievously. “He told me you needed a new swimsuit.”
I quickly wrapped a resort–provided robe around myself, cinching it tightly at the waist. My heart was racing. This was Eleanor’s n all along – to put me in something revealing and throw me into an intimate setting with Damien.
“Well, perhaps I suggested it first,” Eleanor admitted with a wink. “But he agreed! He even helped choose the color.”
“Yes, but remember the rules – only an hour of screen time per day during our
vacation,” I said, folding a light cardigan.
Iid out my modest navy blue one–piece swimsuit on the bed, along withfortable lounge clothes for the hot spring retreat. The suitcase beside mine was conspicuously empty – Damien hadn’t even started packing yet. Typical.
Damien watched me, one eyebrow slightly raised. “Are youing in, or are you just going to stand there?”
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“Wonderful! Now, I’ve arranged for us all to use the private family spring in an hour. It’s the most secluded one – perfect for reconnecting.” The gleam in her eyes made it clear what kind of “reconnecting” she was hoping for.
“A gift,” I replied softly. “From your grandmother. Though she imed it was from you.”
“That old navy thing? Darling, you’re still young and beautiful! You should show it off while you can.” She patted my hand. “Trust me, Damien will appreciate the effort.”
“What’s this?” I asked cautiously.
ra’s POV
Following Eleanor’s directions, I made my way down a stone path lined withnterns. The private spring was smaller than I’d expected, enclosed by natural rock formations and bamboo screens for privacy. Steam rose from the surface of the naturally heated water, creating a misty, dreamlike atmosphere.
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Taking a deep breath<b>, </b>I stepped to the edge of the spring. With nervous fingers, I untied my robe and let it slide from my shoulders.
“I’m sure he does,” I cut her off gently. “Pack your swimsuit too, sweetie.”
After Damien’s footsteps faded, I quickly gathered my things and headed to the changing room near the spring. It wasn’t until I was alone in the small wooden cubicle that I finally pulled out the bottoms of the bikini.
Damien’s eyes widened almost imperceptibly. For the first time in years, I watched his gaze travel slowly down my body, lingering on the curves entuated by the seductive red bikini. In the steam rising from the hot spring, with the softntern light casting shadows across my skin, I knew exactly what he was seeing – a version of his wife he hadn’t bothered to notice in a very long time.
When we arrived at the mountain retreat the next day, Eleanor was already waiting in the lobby, beaming with excitement. The resort was exactly as she’d described elegant Japanese–inspired architecture nestled among pine trees, with steam rising from numerous hot springs dotting the property.
Of course she did. This was a setup – Eleanor’s transparent attempt at forcing intimacy between us.
As the water rose to my waist, I caught Damien’s gaze dropping to where the crimson fabric clung to my skin, and for the first time in longer than I could remember, his expression was anything but indifferent.
Damien’s eyes met mine, dark and suddenly intense. “That’s… new,” he said, his voice rougher than usual.
I frowned. “Damien said that?” It seemed highly unlikely that my estranged husband had given any thought to my swimwear needs.
When Damien knocked on the door forty minutester, I was still getting ready.
A knock on the changing room door made me jump.
Damien was handling check–in, keeping his distance as usual. Cora had already discovered the koi pond in the garden and was watching the fish with fascination.
I sincerely doubted that. Damien hadn’t “appreciated” anything about me in years. Still, refusing Eleanor’s gift would only create more tension.
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<b>“</b>Thank you,” I said quietly, tucking the bikini back into the bag without examining it further. <b>“</b>I’ll consider wearing it.”
“Isn’t it magnificent?” Eleanor gushed, linking her arm through mine. “This ce has been in business since Arthur and I were newlyweds.”
“I’ll be ready,” I replied, feeling a flutter of nervousness I hadn’t anticipated.
“Mom, can I bring my new tablet?” Cora bounced into the bedroom, clutching the device Damien had bought herst week.
I hesitated, considering putting on my navy one–piece instead. But I’d left it in our suite, and there wasn’t enough time to go back. With a deep breath, I slipped on the
bikini bottoms.
Seven years of marriage, and we couldn’t be more disconnected. We now lived separate lives under the same roof, with his attention firmly fixed on Vivienne. The only thing keeping us tied together was Cora and, of course, Eleanor’s stubborn refusal to acknowledge our failed marriage.
My eyes widened.
And there, already submerged to his chest in the water, was Damien.
Damien looked up, his expression impossible to read in the dim light. “Eleanor took Cora to the children’s pool. She said they’d join uster.”
Once inside the luxuriously appointed room, Eleanor closed the bedroom door behind us and produced a small gift bag.
“Eleanor, I already packed a swimsuit.”
Cora pouted. “But Dad lets me—”
When I turned to face the full–length mirror, shock rippled through me. Thebination of the revealing cut and the vibrant red against my fair skin created an undeniably erotic image. The bottoms rode high on my hips, exposing far more of my backside than I’d ever shown in public, while the top pushed my breasts up in a way that couldn’t be ignored.
“Come, dear. I have something special for you,” Eleanor said, practically dragging me toward our suite while Damien supervised the luggage.
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With growing suspicion. I peered into the <b>bag </b>and pulled out a bikini top in a deep crimson color. The material was high–quality, but considerably more revealing than anything I would have chosen for myself.
“It’s beautiful. I admitted. The mountain air was crisp and clean, and despite my reservations about this trip. I felt some tension leaving my shoulders.
I looked… desirable. Provocative, even. Nothing like the demure, proper wife Damien had grown ustomed to ignoring.
After Eleanor left to show Cora around the resort, I unpacked my things methodically. When I reached the gift bag, curiosity got the better of me. I pulled out the bikini top again, examining it more carefully. It was certainly elegant – simple but well–cut, with adjustable straps and a sp in the back.
With a sigh, I decided to at least try it on. The top fit surprisingly well, highlighting curves I usually kept hidden under conservative clothing. I hadn’t looked at the bottoms yet, assuming they would match the rtively modest cut of the top.
His throat worked as he swallowed, and something flickered in his eyes – surprise, appreciation, or perhaps something deeper.
While the top had been somewhat revealing but still tasteful, the bottoms were downright scandalous – a Brazilian cut that would leave very little to the imagination. The deep red fabric contrasted starkly with the wooden walls of the changing room.
I stepped into the hot water, the heat enveloping my legs as I slowly descended into the spring. The small size of the pool meant there was no way to maintain much distance between us, exactly as Eleanor had nned.
After Cora skipped away, I finished packing methodically, keeping my things separate from where Damien would eventually ce his. There was something final about this arrangement – like practice for the divorce that seemed increasingly inevitable.
“ra, dear?” Eleanor’s voice came through. “The spring is ready. Everyone’s waiting.”
Alone.
“Eleanor says we’re expected at the private spring in twenty minutes,” he called through the door, his voice characteristically detached.
“I’ll be right there,” I called back, my voice higher than normal.
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<b>I </b><b>stood </b>there<b>, </b>allowing him to look, feeling strangely powerful despite my <b>vulnerability</b>. The cool mountain air against my exposed skin made me acutely aware of just how revealing the bikini was, especially the bottoms that Eleanor had so cunningly included.
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