“Really?”
“No.” He teases with a smirk.
My cheeks feel warm, and I giggle.I giggle.What is happening? I do not giggle at a man. Not even August.
“But out of every woman here at the resort, I’m happy that it wasyouwho asked me. I like a woman who speaks her mind.”
I cross my legs and place my chin in my hand, smiling up at him. “How long have you worked here?”
“About a month, still new, still learning. What brings you here?”
“It’s my friend’s birthday. I wanted to take advantage of some alone time before I meet up with them.”
“Well, I hope you enjoy your stay. Here’s my card.” He digs in his pocket, pulls out a small cardstock, and hands it to me.
Gio.
“If you need anything, call me. I’m available morning, noon, and night.”
“Oh, thank you.” I bat my lashes at him like an idiot, but he winks at me before he struts away.
I can’t help but admire his firm ass.
I’m no better than a man.
“Wow.”
My eyes close the moment I hear August’s voice. Ofcourse, he’s here. Turning around, I see him at a similar square table to mine.
He’s in his forest green swim shorts and a casual button-up that’s splayed open. Oil glistens off his tan skin, while his dark brown hair drips with water. His eyes are covered by his Ray-Ban sunglasses.
I tilt my head in question. “A girl can’t compliment someone she finds attractive?”
He picks up his glass and sucks from the straw, drinking the last bit of his drink. The sound goes on and on.
“Do you like being annoying?” I ask.
“Only with you.”
"With all due respect, which is none, I'll be getting back to my fruit. It's more invigorating than this conversation." I give him a tight-lipped smile. My eyes go past him and to James, who’s walking up behind August. “Hi, James.” I wiggle my fingers.
He waves back before I return to my plate of fruit.
"I'll be here if you decide I'm worthy of your time," he shouts.
After seeing his body like that—the ridges of his stomach and the oil shining on him—I push the dirty thoughts away while heat creeps up my neck.
“Hey.” Hailey sits next to me.
“What’s up?” I bite into a piece of juicy watermelon.
“Are you ready for the spa later today?” Her fair skin is starting to turn pink. Hailey isn’t someone you’d find lounging in the sun, and when she does, she burns.
“Sure. I could use a foot massage.”
She snorts. “Why don’t you ask August to do that for you?”
I glare at her with zero amusement.
