“You’re right. Not a good combo.”
Her expression changes, sad almost, but she quickly recovers and offers me a smile. “So how’s this going to work?”
We launch into a discussion about working together, me needing help with marketing materials and also some help with the budget and crunching numbers. In exchange, she will sell her paintings to customers and also advertise her artwork being available here at Sun-n-Surf.
Sex isn’t discussed again.
Doesn’t stop me from wanting her.
It’s lust. Hot, deep, carnal lust.
Lust you’ll ignore. She’s here to help you save your ass.
I hate thinking this, but she’s nothing more than a means to an end for me.
And if sex comes with it, bring it on.
Otherwise, it’s strictly business.
I don’t date and never will.
* * *
Addi
From my spot under the shade, I watch Cole’s surf shop. People come and go, most not staying longer than an hour. Some quicker.
Yep. I’ve been here all morning. Watching and waiting.
Watching how the shop runs and waiting for who knows what?
I’m so damn conflicted.
My phone buzzes.
A new text message from Leigh.
With a quick swipe, the message pops open.
Leigh: Chick! What did u decide?
I blow out a sigh and throw my phone down. I haven’t decided shit.
Yes, I’m helping him, yes, I’m selling my artwork.
But fucking him? Working with him side by side?
I don’t know if I can do it.
Resisting him is hard as fuck. Him coming on to me over and over again only to change his mind and turn away is fucking hell.
I met up with Leigh after my disaster of a meeting with Cole. Well, maybe not a complete disaster, but it’s up there in the history of disasters. First, the awkward check moment, then the weird hug/almost kiss, and an awkward business tour. I thought I’d want to stay to be close to him, but I couldn’t wait to get out there.
Once again lies, girl. Lies.
I do want to be close to him, but ...
Leigh tells me to use him for business and to fuck him. A double bonus. I wish it were that easy for me. She’s able to carry off sexual relationships without feelings like a pro. Me? Not so much.