“I don’t know.” She got to her feet and leaned against Jim, unsure why choosing a flavour of ice cream was proving to be such an issue. “You choose for me,” she said and seductively added a whispered, “Sir.”
He raised his eyebrows and placed a hand on her bottom as he whispered back, “We need to talk, you need to talk, to confess, Natasha.”
She clenched everything below the waist and smiled at him as he allowed a finger to discreetly make its way into her bikini bottoms so he was able to gently rub it between her cheeks until he found her tightly puckered entrance that made her clench tighter in spite of the fact she still felt really quite scared at the prospect of himgoingthere.
She breathed deeply and was almost unaware of anyone else being there until Bobby spoke. “We’ll go for the ice cream then. Come on, Jim.”
He kissed her firmly on the lips then disappeared with Bobby leaving her standing there confused about exactly what she needed to confess and what that thing with the finger and her ass had been about.
She was chatting with Abby as Lizzie played on the sand with Alexa while Juan and Philip lay next to each other chatting quietly when a voice interrupted them all.
“Tasha, sorry. I don’t want to interrupt, but I was thinking about Alexa’s nervousness in the water.”
Tasha looked up and found Dean looking down at her again.
“You may be better discussing that with her mum.” Tasha pointed towards Abby, treating Dean coolly.
She had decided that as he’d chosen to join her with her friends and family the flirtation was over. It had been a little bit of harmless banter at the time, no more, and she had always been naturally flirtatious in a friendly way. As irritated as she’d been at the mention of Sally Carter and her mother, she’d only seen Dean as harmless banter, but if he tried to continue it here, with her people, it was far from harmless. He chatted with Abby and discussed swimming classes and tutoring programmes before giving her some contact details then turned his attention back to Tasha. He sat on the edge of her lounger and seemed completely oblivious to the others watching them aghast and agog.
“I was wondering if you would like to go out for dinner or a drink or anything really.”
“Sorry, I can’t,” she replied calmly, but forcefully.
“Think about it,” he almost pleaded. “Take my number and think about it.”
She shook her head and flushed as she realised the others were all staring at her. Lizzie’s eyes were out on stalks, Abby was grinning at her and Juan and Philip were open mouthed, but almost laughing.
“Daddy’s coming,” warned Lizzie suddenly.
“Shit!” muttered Tasha and leapt to her feet which resulted in the lounger tipping up under the weight of Dean perched on it.
Philip and Juan screamed out loud, unable to contain their laughter. An embarrassed Dean got to his feet using the hand Tasha offered as Jim and Bobby returned.
“Ice cream,” cried Bobby then stared at Dean as he recognised him. “Can we help you?”
“Dean came to discuss some swimming lessons with Abby,” said Tasha and was grateful when Abby nodded.
“And to give Tasha his number,” said Lizzie as Philip kicked her.
“Did he now?” Jim handed Lizzie her ice cream.
“Yes,” said Dean with a determination that really did make Tasha regret herharmlessflirting.
She stared at him and wondered whether she had entered the twilight zone or a parallel universe. She shook her head awkwardly, “But I have told Dean I’m not interested.”
“Then I think you have your answer,” said Jim, preparing to turn away from the younger man and continue with their family day.
“I don’t mean to be rude, sir,” said Dean, clearly not yet ready to be brushed off or dismissed, “but I think Tasha is more concerned by your reaction to her coming on a date with me than anything else.”
Philip and Bobby laughed together, although the latter couldn’t hide his admiration of Dean’s persistence.
“Did he just call me sir?” asked Jim slightly amused.
“He did,” replied Philip, enjoying the spectacle being played out in front of everyone far too much for Tasha’s liking or comfort.
“Can we please stop this? Dean, I have said I don’t want to go out with you so now that you’ve given that information to Abby you should probably leave.”
Dean stared at Tasha, a confused expression deepening the creases in his brow. “I thought you liked me. I don’t get why your dad would be so opposed to me taking you out—”
