<br/><div class="floatleft">(http://hiphopenquirer.com/wp-content/uploads/2016/04/Robert-Christopher-Riley-2.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Harlan Graves (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=308599.msg15019085#msg15019085)<br/><strong>Age:</strong>28<br/><strong>Sexuality:</strong>Straight<br/><strong>Hometown:</strong>ATL<br/><strong>Date/Time:</strong>5 July, 2019 | Morning<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Backyard --> Pool<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>See Pic (Description)<br/><strong>Coupled with:</strong>None<br/><strong>Tagging: </strong>Elsa<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Elsa was not at all what he had expected, she was truly herself and relaxed in her own skin and she made him feel a bit more relaxed at being here after his flub with Katie. At least he knew how the game was played. He was a bit more relaxed with her, not quite himself, but an acceptable facsimile of himself that he didn’t have to mince words or be all PC. Flirting with her was easy, she made it so. She could have been a keeper, he was expecting a gold digger but she wasn’t even close. No one knew what or who he really was so she was just being herself and was maybe into him for him.<strong><em> ‘Ok, maybe she is a keeper.’</em></strong>The thought came to him as the moved from the workout area to the pool.<br/><br/>Harlan chuckled. “Yeah, I get it. So you are wanting to win this…for what reason? Love or Money?” He had to ask, he wasn’t one to get his feelings all into anything but he liked to know what he was working with or towards. He was still task oriented after all.<br/><br/>He was in his shorts and took off everything that could get ruined by the water.<br/><br/>“Certainly you are not afraid of my height?” He teased, he realized she was a typical woman, lull him in by those big gorgeous…eyes, that winning smile, and those…lovely taut legs. She took off and he let her get a lead which wasn’t much, he loved swimming she could have been halfway and he would have caught up.<br/><br/><em><strong> “Catch up,”</strong></em>She said, he quirked an eyebrow. He moved easily behind her as he found himself both swimming and admiring the view. She couldn’t get away with her technique. He gripped her splashing ankle and moved to pull her to him unless she moved away. He would hold her to him, his hand caressing her cheek, he leaned in close enough to whisper to her, as their eyes met.<br/><br/>“I think I want to keep you!” It was clearly a statement of both want and demand. His hand would rest on the small of her back if she didn’t pull away. His words of desire and conformation clear, if he had a shot he was going to take it…nothing was final till he or she was gone or the game was over.  He wanted to kiss her but this flirting could clearly not be one-sided, he moved closer.<br/><br/>“Dinner…with me?!?” His lips nearly touching her own as he held her in the water.<br/>