Chapter 33

The swimsuit was picked out by Leander himself. Maybe he had her age in mind, because most of them were cute and playful. She finally managed to dig out one that was a bit on the sexier side. The moment she stepped out wearing it, every eye was instantly on her. Vanessa had that kind of figure that didn't grab attention when fully dressed, but throw her in a bikini? Game over. That hourglass curve, those model-like legs, her flawless snow-white skin, and a baby-smooth face that looked tempting enough to stop hearts-every guy around couldn't help but stare like wolves spotting prey. Leander was lounging in his trunks on a sunbed, shades on, looking all chill. But when Vanessa strolled over, his gaze casually lifted-and froze. Regret hit him hard. Sure, he knew his wife had a killer body. But he hadn't expected this level of explosive. If he'd known, he wouldn't have taken her swimming with a crowd. They should have gone diving from the start-at least underwater, she'd be in full gear an