“I thought the life of a celebrity was going to take you away from us.”
“Oh, shut up,” she threw back and laughed.
“I saw your face on a magazine cover one day and thought to myself, no shit. Your face might belong there, but it belongs here first.”
She rolled her eyes and I wondered if he knew her husband stood right behind him.
“Anyway, Marco, I’m selling coffee today.”
He groaned like he only wanted the same thing as me: a damn shake. “Can’t I just have a smoothie today?”
“Fuck off, Marco. Coffee or nothing.”
He chuckled like this was completely acceptable. They were all waiting to talk to her. “Mo’s in a mood today, huh?” he grumbled to me.
He didn’t get out of line, just paid for the coffee he hadn’t even asked for.
He meandered away, telling her to come to the tiki bar soon.
Once he was gone, she placed her elbows on the window frame, cupped her hands under her chin and stared down at me, her eyes bluer than ever and her lips the color of cherries.
I found myself leaning in to hear exactly what she was going to say.
“It’s my business. I run it how I want to.” She licked her plump lips.
“Give me a damn iced coffee then.”
She bit that lower lip, dragged her teeth over it and looked me up and down. My dick jumped. How could it not when she’d been kissing me just moments before? Then she spun and tinkered for a minute before returning with my coffee.
I moved to pay her but she rolled her eyes, glanced at the security guy by the door, and before I could stop her, she hoisted herself out the window.
“Jesus. There’s a damn door there.” But my hands were at her waist immediately as I caught her and set her on the ground.
“What’s a door good for when I got you to take care of me?” She winked and pointed to the security guy. “Plus, he goes out that way and makes a big scene about checking every angle. Now, we don’t need to.”
“Are you done for the day?”
“I’m taking you surfing again, Bastian, because it’s the only way I know how to repay you for the food truck. That, or I’ll fuck you right here in the sand but someone might get that on camera and we can’t have them saying the hippie lost her mind, right?”
Her mind went ten different directions at all times and I found myself chuckling as she fetched two boards off the truck.
The beads on her bracelet banged together, all different colors and materials around her arm. That along with her bikini was a bold sign, one that said she wanted the world to know that she was free to wear and do whatever she wanted.
It made me wonder if she would be that way in a few months, if I honestly wanted her to be.
“Hey?” I yelled to my guy behind her. “Close down and lock it up. We got other eyes. You can go.”
We got to the water and I grumbled about using Bradley’s board again.
“If you want, buy yourself one, but you’re not out here enough to spend that much.” She shrugged, combing her hands through her hair and threading it into a loose braid.
She didn't realize coming out here once was enough for me to purchase a board. I wouldn’t continue riding another man’s things.
“He doesn’t ever use this one anyway,” she added.
That wasn’t the point at all.
We entered the cool water and she explained how I should snap up as the wave rushed toward us. I listened and tried again and again halfheartedly. I was more concerned that Morina was surfing with only a bikini like last time. This time, I wanted her wrapped up more.