“I… didn’t. This is only my second day. Last night Britt wasn’t feeling well and barely talked to me. She threw up like ten times.” McKenna glanced over at the pool. I can stick my legs in though.” She toed off her shoes.
“You’ll want to get some comfortable flip-flops. Your feet are going to sweat too much in those. At least for the summer months,” she suggested as she stepped into the pool, then dove in. The water was refreshing. There had been sweat beading down her arms and back the entire time she worked.
The pool bar was in a tiki style building with three sides exposed, which meant no air conditioning. There were fans, but they were so loud, most of the time you couldn’t hear orders, so they were shut off a lot.
McKenna leaned back with her feet dangling in the pool.
“So, you and Damion are a thing?” McKenna asked her.
Jules swam over and leaned against the edge of the pool. “Yes,” she answered with a smile.
“How long has that been going on?” McKenna asked.
“Technically, five years.” She laughed. “But we just made it official this past weekend.”
“He seems nice. I met him earlier before you arrived when he had to come fish someone’s sandwich out of the pool.” She motioned to the water.
“Yeah, he’s constantly complaining about people dropping food in the water. Where are you going to school?”
“Right now, I’m taking online classes. Until I get my associate’s degree. Then I’m planning on going to Florida State.”
“How wonderful. I’m taking online classes too. For business. I’m wanting to help out around here as much as I can.”
“You like it here?” McKenna asked.
“It’s the best. Where else can you work and have all this to play with?” She motioned around. “Just as long as it doesn’t hinder your work.” Just then someone stepped up to the bar.
“I’ll get it.” McKenna jumped up to take the order. Jules stepped out of the pool and sat on a chair, knowing she had to dry off soon.
She had at least another half an hour before guests would flood back to the pool area, so she leaned back in the chair and allowed the sun to dry her skin, her hair, and her swimsuit.
When McKenna came back and sat next to her, she glanced over at the pretty blonde. There was a new frown on her lips.
“What?” Jules sat up, prepared to fix whatever had gone wrong with the order.
“I…It’s just… It’s going to be difficult leaving this job.” McKenna leaned back in her chair and Jules relaxed. “I mean, have you seen the guys that work here?” She nodded as Dean delivered some food to some customers.
“That’s Dean. He’s a huge flirt,” Jules said. “I’m surprised he hasn’t asked you out yet.”
As if her words had willed it, Dean headed their way. Without asking, he scooted Jules’s legs aside and sat down on the foot of her lounge chair.
“Is it break time already?” he asked, playfully.
“It is for us.” She nudged him with her feet. “Don’t you have food to deliver?”
He nudged her back. “Don’t you have drinks to mix?”
“Not at the moment.”
“You get a break, so do I.” He turned to McKenna. “I’m Dean Wallis.”
“McKenna.”
“Are you working the bar with our Jules?” Dean asked.
“I’m not a possession,” Jules said, but Dean ignored her.
“She’s the one working with me,” McKenna said quickly. “She has to tolerate training me since Britt is out sick.”