Britta could tell by looking at him that he was overanalyzing everything she did. Her motives, her proximity, her looks and the way she spoke and what she spoke about. She sat up with him and settled her hands next to her in the grass. "I think you may be over-thinking everything here, Tanner. Which is a very sexy name, by the way. It's hard to believe that no one has told you before how hot you are." She tsked, clearly ashamed of the other women in the world who had missed the opportunity to tell this hot young man just how sexy he was.
She took his hand when he offered it and held on after it was long ago appropriate to let go. Just touching him gave her a thrill, and she turned his hand over in hers to inspect his palm. "Don't worry, I'm not going to hurt you. Just going to tell your fortune." She glanced up at him with a slight hint of mischief in her hazel eyes. She slid the tip of one finger over the lines in his palm. "From what it says here, you're going to have a very good day. You're going to get lucky."
She gave him a sly smile as he glanced up from her breasts and then laughed at his answer. He was so cute! "Such a flatterer." She reached over to touch his face, running her fingers along his jaw. "I have to apologize in advance, I'm probably a bit more forward than you're used to. You'll tell me if anything I do bothers you, won't you?" She winked at him and then glanced at the pond. "I think I'm going to take a refreshing little dip. Care to join me?"
Without waiting for his response she stood up and lifted her shirt up over her head. She wasn't wearing a bra, and when she pushed down her shorts, she was only wearing the tiniest black thong. She grinned at him and then dove into the shallow pond, pushing off the murky bottom to surface and push her dripping hair out of her eyes.