Page 37 of Mother Parker
Try it with a mix of boba. I bet it would be awesome, one of my fans commented, and I winked at him in approval.
“I’ll definitely give that a try next time. That’s all I have today, Kimchis. I’ll try and do some more experiments this week. I really should get my winter menu finalized, seeing as it’s getting dangerously close to Thanksgiving,” I said and was about to turn off the broadcast, but the watchers wanted a tour of the shop again even though I’d done so many.
“Okay. Let’s do it then,” I said.
I got up from the table in the corner—with the best sea view—and turned the camera to show them.
“I just love the sea. It’s so calming. Although, not gonna lie, Kimchis. I’m not looking forward to storm season.”
Those tables are so cute.
OMG, that view. When can I move there?
Your shop is the best, Hwan
I love that you hang your mom’s sign inside. Oh God, I’m tearing up.
“Thank you, guys. You’re the sweetest. I couldn’t have done any of this without all of you and your love and support,” I said as I pointed the camera toward the counter.
My fans knew some of my life story. Other parts, I kept to myself. But they were aware my mom used to have her own bubble tea shop in the nineties and about the eventual demise of it because of her legal battle with mysperm donor.
“And here’s our counter, and my newest employee, Park—” I started to say as I approached Parker, but before I could finish my sentence, a large hand gripped my phone. Parker’s face went sour as he pushed my hand down. Elliot behind him cowered away and went back to wiping tables. “Wh-what are you doing?” I asked, the heat of his hand on my phone reaching me even though he wasn’t touching me directly.
“No cameras, boba boy. Got it?” he grumbled, and I felt my bones jitter, reverberating his growly voice.
I wanted to make a comment, a snide remark, anything, but all I could manage while my body was on such high alert from his proximity was a nod.
How could a man exude so much heat, so much energy, that it affected my insides and made me tumble?
I couldn’t understand it.
And I couldn’t understand why my cock had chosen that moment to stir and go hard.
Thank fuck for my apron, or I was sure Parker would notice.
“I thought you were talking to yourself. I didn’t realize you were talking to…people. You might not like your privacy, but I do,” he said, walking away from me and toward the storeroom.
I watched his back for a second then at Elliot who was staring at me with his big puppy dog grey eyes and I shrugged. He swept his dark honey hair back and went back to wiping.
I put my phone back on me and plastered on a smile. My cheeks looked—and felt—flushed.
“Sorry about that. He’s…he’s a little camera shy.”
OMG! Who was that hunk?
Is he your boyfriend? He should be.
I need to climb that man. Stat.
Oh my, oh my hawt.
What? Who? I missed it. I want to see the hot man too!
The comments rolled through. And while I'd usually laugh along with them, I felt…I felt fiercely protective of Parker.
Which didn’t make any sense.
It wasn’t like he was mine and no one else could touch or look at him.
