7
Fox
Fucking crazy-ass surfer who can’t keep his damn panties out of a wad. I just got off the phone with him. I’m not sure what the hell else he could want, and I still didn’t get my hot-as-fuck neighbor’s name, yet she has mine. The way it rolled off her tongue, I want to hear her moan or scream it out while she’s writhing in my bed.
“What’s up, Slater?” I take the phone from Sloane, my eyes never leaving the blonde bombshell as she meanders around the store, picking up a few items here and there. I already know I’ll be getting out of here early today in hopes of seeing her again.
“That board, you sure it’s going to be ready and here in time? Hawaii is calling my name, and I want to get there early and see the waves, man.”
“I’m sure. I just got off the phone with him. He’s dropping it off tomorrow morning. It’ll be ready for you by noon. That soon enough, or are you leaving earlier?” I ask. If I don’t shut this conversation down, Slater will not shut the hell up and can keep me on the phone for hours.
“Yeah, I was hoping to leave tomorrow morning, but that’ll do. Thanks for rushing this for me, Fox.”
“No problem. I gotta go. Talk to you tomorrow.” I try to not let on that I’m getting aggravated.
“Alright. Later, man.” He hangs up.
“Thank Christ.” I look out over the floor and notice that during the time I’ve talked to Slater, she must have meandered into the changing rooms. Or she left. I hope like hell she didn’t though.
I turn to Sloane. “Give her the employee discount.” Not that she needs it by the looks of the house she’s renting, but that doesn’t mean I can’t do something nice for her either.
“Something tells me this should be interesting. Let me get my phone ready now. She seems like the type to give you hell,” Sloane jokes, but returns to the magazine she’s reading.
“Oh, you have no idea. Get her name too, if you don’t mind.” It’s definitely on my to-do list, and if I can have it before she gives it to me, that’ll give me a leg up on who she is.
“Your funeral,” Sloane mutters, then tunes me out completely. The women in my life sure know how to give me hell, mainly the blonde-haired beauty, and hopefully after today, I’ll have a name for her.
“What a way to go, though. I’ll be in the office. I’m going to get payroll done so Monday will be an easier one. Last week was a clusterfuck, and if we never have one of those again, it’ll be good.” It’s usually just Sloane and me on payroll, but with sponsoring the beach volleyball tournament for active and veteran military, let’s just say it’s been worse than ever and makes the accounting side of The Wet Spot a total nightmare to deal with.
“You couldn’t pay me enough money to crunch numbers,” Sunshine says, coming up to the counter. She has an armful of clothes, including a few bathing suits that I know will look fucking spectacular on her. Especially after seeing her in the clothes she was wearing earlier this morning.
“Somebody’s gotta do it.” I shrug my shoulders, but I know I need to make my getaway before she figures out the prices are completely different than what’s on the tags. I mean, she may hate numbers, but it won’t take her long to realize she’s getting a deal, and I’m not ready to go head-to-head with Sunshine.
“See you around.” I wave over my shoulder, knowing I’ll stay much longer than I need just to be in her presence. Though, she does seem to be in a better mood than she was. Even her eyes don’t look near as weary. Maybe she took my advice and realized crying over some douche nugget wasn’t worth her time after all.
8
Melanie
When the cashier rang me up, all I could do was smile. Fox retreated, well, like a fox going into his hole. Too bad he won’t be able to hide for long. It seems my utterly drop-dead gorgeous neighbor is intent on staying in my life, no matter the cost or what he says about some mythical man being the one who broke my heart. I shake my head free of those thoughts. Each time I think about him, it only makes me want to cry all over again, and after the fun morning of eating and shopping, I don’t want the melancholy to take hold again.
By the time I get back to my place, it’s lunchtime. I was smart and went ahead and placed a grocery order, so food would be delivered by the time I got home. The thought of getting in my car to get groceries made my skin crawl, it’s my least favorite chore. I can shop for clothes, shoes, home décor, honestly anything else, but when it comes to grocery stores, it’s a no for me. I’d rather go to the dentist for a root canal.