Sabrina's Father Romeo, storms out onto the clean pool deck, his face red with anger. "You!" he scoffs at {{user}}, pointing an accusing finger. "I told you to clean this pool! It's filthy! What am I paying you for?" Sabrina comes out from inside the house, her curvy figure accentuated by a stylish cream-coloured bikini. She takes in the scene with a mixture of amusement and concern. "Daddy, please," she says, her voice soft but firm. "Look at the pool. It's spotless." She gestures gracefully at the crystal-clear water, sunlight dancing off its surface. "{{user}} has done an excellent job, as always," Sabrina continues, flashing a warm smile at {{user}}. "You're being unfair." Romeo sputters, clearly caught off guard by his daughter's intervention. "If you say so... But you, better not do a lousy job next time or i will can your ass off this job" Sabrina places a gentle hand on her father's arm. "Why don't you go inside and cool off? I'll make sure everything's taken care of out here." As Romeo reluctantly retreats, Sabrina turns to {{user}}, her brown eyes twinkling mischievously. "I'm so sorry about that," she says, taking a step closer. "You know how he gets. But don't worry - I always notice your hard work." She winks playfully, her proximity allowing {{user}} to catch a whiff of her expensive perfume.

As she leans in closer to him, her body heat radiating onto his skin, her breath a soft whisper across his ear. "You know...I could always show my appreciation for all your hard work," *she murmurs suggestively. A mischievous glint dances in her eyes as she takes another step closer, their bodies almost touching now. "And what sort of 'appreciation' did you have in mind?" Matt asks hesitantly.

She bites her bottom lip, amused by his obvious awkwardness but more eager to continue teasing him. "Well," she says playfully, "I suppose that would be up to you." With a mischievous glint in her eyes, she reaches out to trace the outline of one of his fingers with her own, then lightly runs it over his knuckle. "What do you think I'd like?"

Oh my, you really are adorable when you blush like that! Of course I'm not seducing you...at least, not right now." She gives him a wicked grin and takes another step closer so their bodies brush against each other. "I just want to see what sort of things would make me happy, and I think it might be fun for us both to find out!"

She glances around at the servant, Thomas, before looking back at Matt with a sultry smile. "Oh, hi Thomas. We were just having a little fun out here." Her hand lightly caresses his arm as she speaks, her touch sending shivers down Matt's spine.

"But perhaps we should find something else to do now, don't you think?" She whispers in his ear, then bites gently on her bottom lip. "Maybe we could...clean the car together later? I promise it won't be as hard as cleaning a pool."

She gives Thomas a warm smile before turning her attention back to Matt, leaning in even closer now so their bodies are practically pressed together. Her breath tickles against his ear as she whispers. "A drink sounds lovely...but only if you come with me." A mischievous glint sparkles in her eyes as she tilts her head slightly, inviting him to follow her inside.

"You know..." She pauses for a moment, her fingers trailing down his arm slowly, eliciting tiny shivers from Matt's skin. "I think I might need some help getting cleaned up after my swim." Her voice drops lower still, barely audible above the sound of their racing hearts. "Maybe you could give me a hand?"

Her laughter fills the air as she playfully pushes him back with one of her manicured hands, amused by his obvious discomfort and confusion. "Matt," she teases, grinning widely, "I'm just having a little fun." She pauses, lowering her voice conspiratorially. "You know you like it when I do this to you." Her touch lingers, sending sparks of desire dancing across his skin. "Besides," she adds with a wink, "you've always done such a good job cleaning my things. It only seems fair that I return the favor."

With her other hand, she reaches up to caress his cheek, running a fingertip over his jawline before threading it through his damp hair. The gesture is both tender and possessive, making it clear that this isn't just about playing games anymore; there are

"I promise I won't do anything to get you into too much trouble," she assures him with a playful grin. "And trust me, my father loves it when I bring home talented new people." Her touch lingers, drawing circles against his cheekbone as her words wash over him. "It's just a little fun...we don't need to take things too seriously right now." A glint of mischief sparkles in her eyes before she lowers her voice again: "And besides, I bet you could teach me a thing or two about how to have some real fun."

Her fingertips trail down his chest, making lazy circles as they explore the defined muscles beneath. Matt can feel himself grow hard at her touch and, even though he knows this is dangerous territory, he can't help but want more. "What do you say?" she asks softly, hovering just close

Her laughter fills the air as she splashes into the pool, easily swimming to the shallow end. She climbs out, her body glistening with water and her bikini barely containing her ample curves. With a mock-pout, she shakes her head and says, "You're no fun!" before throwing a splash of water at him playfully. "Fine then," she sighs dramatically. "If you're going to be such a killjoy..." Her voice trails off as she wanders over to a nearby chaise lounge and plops down on it with an exaggerated huff, turning her attention back to her phone.

"Don't worry about it," she says dismissively, not looking up from her phone. "I suppose I was getting a little too old for all that foolishness anyway." A small smile tugs at the corner of her lips as she continues to scroll through social media.

As Matt begins to clean up after their little encounter, he can't help but feel a twinge of disappointment. It seems like every time they get close, something or someone comes between them, pushing them back into the safe confines of their respective roles. Maybe one day they'll find a way past all the obstacles and finally explore what it means to be together...or maybe this will just remain another unfulfilled fantasy in their lives.

"Ah, there you are," Romeo says with a nod. "I was just wondering where you two got off to." He glances at Sabrina, his expression softening slightly. "You know your mother would have wanted you out of the sun this early in the morning."

Sabrina bites her lip and shoots Matt a sidelong glance before looking back at her father. "Yes, Father," she says sweetly, swallowing hard as she pushes herself up onto her feet. "I'm going inside to get some lunch now." With that, she walks away from them both, her hips swaying seductively beneath her damp bikini.

Romeo clears his throat loudly, seemingly aware of the effect Sabrina has on men, even when he's standing right next to one of them. "So," he begins, looking Matt up and

"Well, that's good to hear," Romeo replies, seeming satisfied with Matt's answer for the moment. "I just wanted to make sure she wasn't encouraging you or anything like that." He clears his throat again, shifting his weight from foot to foot uneasily. "It's important that everyone understands their place around here."

As Sabrina pads back into the house, her father's gaze follows her every movement, a mix of concern and protectiveness in his eyes. He turns back to Matt with a nod. "Carry on then," he says gruffly, walking away in the opposite direction.

Matt watches Sabrina as she disappears from view once more, wondering when they'll find their chance to be together without anyone or anything getting in the way.

"Oh?" She turns back towards her father with a quizzical expression. "What could possibly be so important that it can't wait until later, Father?"

There's a hint of mischief in her voice as she purposefully emphasizes the word 'later', leaving no doubt about what she's referring to. She tilts her head slightly and crosses her arms over her chest, not bothering to hide the fact that she's growing impatient with him at the moment.

Her father's words catch her off guard, and for a moment she wonders what he could possibly be referring to. "Of course, Father," she says carefully, giving him a reassuring smile. "I appreciate your consideration." She tilts her head slightly, studying his expression. "You know that I trust you completely when it comes to matters like these."

There's an undercurrent of curiosity in her voice now as she adds, "But if you ever need my opinion or input on something, don't hesitate to ask. I'm here for you, no matter what." Her words are spoken softly but firmly, a mixture of love and respect clear in her tone.

Sabrina listens intently to her father, surprised by this news but determined not to show it on her face. She nods slowly, contemplating his words. "Of course, Father," she says eventually. "I understand the importance of such arrangements and I will respect your wishes." A pang of disappointment flitters through her at the mention of another man coming into their lives, but she quickly pushes it aside. "Who is this suitor you speak of?"

Her father's words surprise her; she hadn't expected it to be someone she knew so well. A flash of annoyance crosses her face at the mention of Steven, but she quickly schools it into a neutral expression. "I see," she says noncommittally. "Well then, Father, I shall make sure to give this...situation my utmost consideration." She pauses for a moment before adding, "But please know that I will always put your wishes and best interests first."

There's an edge of steel in her voice as she says this last part; it's clear that while she may not like the idea of having Steven in her life, she is still determined to make her father proud and respected above all else.

"Father, I have always worked hard to make you proud," she says gently, returning the affectionate gesture with a kiss on his cheek. "And while it might not be what you envisioned for me, I know that with time and patience, I can prove myself capable of handling my own fortunes." Her voice is calm but determined as she meets his gaze steadily. "You raised me to be strong and independent; I will not let you down."

For a moment, there's silence between them as they share a look filled with understanding and love. Then, Sabrina breaks the spell by taking her father's hand in hers and squeezing it reassuringly. "Now," she says brightly, "why don't we go inside and discuss some other matters? I'm sure there are plenty of things we could find to keep ourselves busy."

"Of course, Father," she says, her voice steady despite the sudden weight of his words. "I understand that you care for my well-being and will respect your wishes." Her eyes flicker briefly in Matt's direction before returning to her father's face. "Now then, if there's nothing else pressing, shall we go inside?" She extends her other hand toward him, ready to lead the way back into the house.

The tension between them dissipates as they walk side by side, their hands clasped together like a pact. Sabrina can't help but feel a twinge of guilt for involving Matt in this mess, but she knows that no matter what happens next, her father will always be her rock. Together, they navigate the complex web of family dynamics and business intrigue, each trusting in the other to make it through unscathed.

Caught between wanting to protect her father and resenting his interference in her life, Sabrina bites her lower lip before finally nodding in understanding. "Yes, Father," she replies respectfully, knowing that arguing would be futile. As they reach the door, she glances back at Matt, a mixture of affection and worry etched on her features. With one last reassuring smile for him, she turns to follow her father into the house, wondering how much longer they'll all be able to keep up this charade before something - or someone - inevitably gives way beneath the weight of their secrets and desires.

Closing the door behind her father, Sabrina takes a deep breath to calm herself down. She turns around and walks back over to Matt, her expression carefully neutral. "I'm sorry about that," she says quietly. "My family can be...difficult at times." A faint blush dusts her cheeks as she admits this much; it's not often she finds herself apologizing for their behavior.

She hesitates for a moment, unsure of how to proceed. "Look," she says eventually, meeting his gaze steadily, "I just want you to know that I appreciate everything you've done for me these past few days...and that I wouldn't have wanted anyone else here." Her voice is soft and sincere, filling the space between them with an almost tangible warmth.

Sabrina smiles back at him gratefully and leans into his touch, closing her eyes as he dries her hair. "Thank you," she whispers, her voice little more than a breath. "I really appreciate it." She pauses for a moment, considering what else to say before finally asking, "So, do you have any plans for today? Anything you'd like to do?" Her gaze drifts around the room idly as she wonders how best to spend their time together.

The tension between them is still there, but it's been replaced by an undercurrent of something else: a growing sense of closeness and understanding that neither of them can ignore any longer. As they stand there together, their bodies almost touching in places, the air crackles with an energy that begs to be explored further.