Page 222 of Forbidden Billionaires: Vol. 9
"Right, of course. I knew what you meant. Obviously. You're just here to get some."No!"I didn't mean that in a sexual way. I just meant get some ice cream. Not some of me."What?"Let me just go get you a sample."Damn it, why does this place have to have such ridiculous names for their ice cream flavors?I turned around and went to get him a sample. I took a deep breath as I filled up the little cup. He made me so nervous that I was acting even more awkward than I usually did. I went backto the counter and handed him the sample cup. He was tall and muscular, and he looked silly with the small cup and spoon. It helped calm my nerves.
"So have you sampled all these flavors?"
"It was part of orientation. That was probably the best part of getting this job." And the fact that my bosses were the nicest people ever.
He ate the small amount of ice cream I had given him. "You know, it's good, but it's definitely not better than sex."
No, it's not.If I could see his eyes I probably would have melted into the floor. I was suddenly grateful that he was still wearing his aviators.
He put the sample cup on the counter and scratched the back of his neck. "So, which kind is your favorite?"
"Hmm...probably the Pink Dream. It sounds super ridiculous, but it's raspberry with tons of dark chocolate chips in it and it's amazing. I guess no name is as ridiculous as Better Than Sex, though."
"I'll have one scoop of the super girly Pink Dream, then. On a sugar cone."
"Okay. I'll be right back."Of course I'll be right back.I shook my head. It wasn't like I was going to scoop his ice cream and flee with it. I was weird, but I wasn’t an ice cream shoplifter. At least not yet, because I kind of did want to sprint out of here. Igrabbed a sugar cone and put a heaping scoop of Pink Dream in it.
"Here you go." I handed it to him. I watched as he pulled a five dollar bill out of his wallet. "It's okay. It's on me. I owe you after yesterday."
"You don't really. I was just doing my job."
"I insist."
He smiled at me. "I'll have to save you more often then."
"Yes please."What the hell? Yes please?
He laughed. Again, I wasn't sure if he was laughing at me or with me. "Wow, this is really good. It's kind of awkward walking around with a big pink ice cream cone, though."
I laughed. "You actually look super macho." It was like I didn’t know how to stop saying weird things. He didn’t look macho, he looked like a Greek god. I found myself wishing there was an ice cream flavor of him.
"Super macho, huh? I feel like that's a compliment. Maybe this should be my new look then?"
If his new look meant visiting me after his lifeguard shift more often, then I was game. "Absolutely."
“Hey,” my lifeguard said and waved to someone behind me.
I turned around. I hadn’t even noticed my bosses walk in.
“Welcome back,” Keira said. “Trying out the Pink Dream today?”
“Delicious as always. This really is the best ice cream I’ve ever had.” He held up his cone like he was toasting them and then turned back to me. "I'll see you tomorrow at the beach, Jellyfish Girl." He put the five dollar bill he was going to use to pay for the ice cream into the tip jar and walked away.
I watched him disappear down the sidewalk. I had again failed to get his name or learn anything about him. I hadn’t even caught his scent for Kristen. I turned my attention back to scrubbing the counter. It was probably for the best.
“He’s cute, huh?” Keira said.
I was definitely not going to have this conversation with my boss. I could feel my face turning red. “He’s okay.”
She laughed. “Mhm.”
“You’ll have to excuse my wife,” Rory said and put his arm around Keira. “For some reason she likes to think she’s a great matchmaker even though she has zero experience.”
“Well, I could be,” she said. “That lifeguard was our first customer ever by the way. You’ll probably be seeing him quite a bit here. But it sounds like the two of you already hang out on the beach.” She raised both her eyebrows at me.
I wouldn’t consider sitting near his lifeguard stand hanging out. Although, he had mentioned seeing me tomorrow twice now. Maybe everything was about to change. I shook the thought away. I didn’t need anything to change. I was focusing on myselfthis summer. Keira was still staring at me expectantly, so I shrugged, hoping that was a good enough answer.
“I guess we’ll just see where the summer goes. But is everything good here?” she asked before they headed back out.
