Page 226 of Forbidden Billionaires: Vol. 9
"You sure?" my lifeguard asked me.
"Yeah."
"Okay. Come with me then." He grabbed my hand and pulled me to the back of the restaurant where there were some table games. It felt weird to have my hand held again after going so many months being alone. I looked down at his fingers intertwined with mine. I liked this. He stopped and I looked up at him. I wasn't sure when he had taken off his aviators, but they were now hooked on the front of his shirt. He was staring down at me with the most amazing deep blue eyes I had ever seen. He should not have been hiding those under sunglasses.
I wasn't sure if it was the booze, but I was speechless.Screw this not being a date.I could stare into his eyes for the rest of my life. It felt like I was swimming in them they were so blue.
He smiled at me and let go of my hand. "This won't take long. I'm pretty awesome at pool."
"This should be fun to watch then." There were a few seats next to an old jukebox in the corner. I sat down in the one closest to the pool table.
The girl clearly liked him. She was bending over rather seductively whenever she took a shot. And she kept lightly nudging his arm. She even asked him for advice on how to hold her cue stick so that he had to put his hands on her. But it didn't seem like they were dating. Whenever he made a shot he just high-fived her. Unlike the other couple they were playing. Ben and Jillian were clearly dating because they kept making out every few minutes. Almost a ridiculous amount. If they had been alone, they probably would have been banging on the pool table. I laughed silently to myself. The book I was reading was definitely messing with my head. Who had sex on pool tables?
Every now and then my lifeguard would look over at me. I kept giving him a thumbs up because I couldn't think of anything better to do.
I was halfway done with my third beer by the time Kristen showed up.
She spotted me across the bar, waved like a maniac, and came running over.
“You could have told me which Grottos. I’ve been all over the freaking boardwalk searching for you.”
“Ah, I’m sorry. I should have checked my phone.”
“You think?” She adjusted her super short miniskirt and somehow made it even more inappropriate. “I’m not too late, am I? Which one is he?”
“Would you lower your voice?” I grabbed her arm and pulled her down onto the stool beside mine.
“I ran all over the boardwalk inheels, Mila. If you don’t tell me who he is I’m going to kill you.”
Apparently Iwasgoing to be murdered tonight. Just not by my lifeguard. “I didn’t tell you to wear high heels. I just walked off the beach and came here. How was I supposed to know you were going to dress up?”
“Yeah…well…I wanted to look good. So which one is he?” She started moving her head around like a wild banshee.
“The one playing pool.” I gestured to the pool table, hoping she’d stop being so obvious.
“Oh. I think he’s seeing someone…”
I glanced back at the game. Ben and Jillian were making out again. “Not that guy. The other one.”
“Well, now I get it. He’s totally stalkable.”
“I’m not stalking him.” Why did everyone keep saying that?
“You kind of are. But he’s super cute, I totally get it. So which other lifeguards are single?”
I shrugged. The only person I had talked to was my lifeguard. And the girl that was clearly desperate for his attention.Not me.The blonde lifeguard that was currently leaning so far over to make a shot that I could see her bathing suit bottom beneath her jean skirt.Give me a break.
“I thought you’d at least scope the place out for me. Just like I scoped out the place and I have bad news…you have competition.” She nodded to my lifeguard’s teammate.
“I think they’re just friends,” I said. “He did ask me here after all.”
“So you’re definitely on a date?”
Yes? No?“I don’t know.”
“People on dates don’t usually ditch said date to hang out with another woman.”
Fair point.But she didn’t see how my lifeguard hesitated. And tried to include me. And how he held my hand. I watched his teammate laugh and flirtatiously touch his arm. He proceeded to laugh at whatever she whispered into his ear. Maybe Kristen was right. This certainly didn’t feel like a date. Which was a good thing, because I didn’t want to date anyone this summer. So why did my stomach suddenly hurt? And why did I suddenly want to bitch slap that bitch?
