Pixy is a fainting goat. If something startles him, he falls over. Give him a minute, and he’ll be up walking around; I promise.”
He reaches out and brushes the tears out of my eyes. “He’s okay?” I ask. Ugh, I’m such an ugly crier. I’m probably scaring Chance.
“He’s fine.” Sure enough, a few seconds later Pixy gets up and looks at me then Chance before he does his little goat strut out of the room. “See, I told you…” His eyes slide down my body, and I don’t miss the way his cheeks turn pink.
I look down, and that’s when I see my towel is covering my breasts only. My girly bits are uncovered for all to see. “Oh God.” I quickly adjust my towel. Chance tries to help, and one of my boobs pops out. “Shit.” I scramble to stand, securing my towel. “Well, that was embarrassing.”
Chance and I look at each other and start laughing hysterically. He pulls me into a hug and then kisses me fully on the mouth. He pulls away and smiles down at me. “My parents texted me this picture.”
He holds up his phone and turns it toward me. It’s a picture of my daughter wearing mouse ears covered in sequins, hugging a stuffed Minnie Mouse. “They were so sweet to take her.”
“To be honest with you, I think they just wanted to go, and she was the perfect reason to do it. Please stop worrying.” Chance leads me to the bed. “Bree brought you a couple sundresses to wear if you want. Come out when you’re ready.” He kisses me hard and then disappears.
I look down at the two dresses. They’re the kind of dresses I like to wear. The red one with white polka dots and spaghetti straps hits me mid-thigh. The blue tank top dress is slim-fitting and hits a little above the knee.
After deciding on the red one, I slip it on. His sister is just a little shorter than me, and it hits me a little higher on my thigh. I grab my strawberry body spray and quickly spray myself.
I step back into the bathroom and look at myself in the mirror. My cheeks and nose have a tiny tinge of pink from our day at the beach. I swipe some lip gloss on and then head out in search of Chance.
When I find him, desire pools in my belly because he’s so fucking gorgeous. He’s in khaki shorts that hug his gorgeous ass. The blue button-up shirt with tiny white anchors all over it hugs his lean muscular chest.
I step outside, and he smiles when I approach him. “Wow. You look amazing.” He leans down, kissing my lips. “Are you hungry?”
We head back inside so I can grab my purse and he can lock up. He leads me to my car and opens the door for me. “Such a gentleman.” I slide in and smile as I watch him around the front end.
Chance pulls into the parking lot of Joker’s Bar and Grill. Once inside, the hostess seats us facing the ocean by the doors that lead to the outdoor bar and dancefloor.
“Your waiter will be right with you,” she says, of course only looking at Chance, but I can’t blame her; he’s gorgeous.
I look toward the window. “This view is gorgeous.”
“Yeah…”
“Chance Bateman! What’s up, bro?” A guy with dark brown hair pulled back in a bun approaches our table with a smile.
Chance stands and hugs him. “It’s so good to see you. I thought you were in New York.”
“Uh… yeah, it didn’t really work out the way I wanted. This is just temporary until I get some better paying jobs.” He looks at me. “Who are you?”
Chance smiles at me before reaching down and pulling me up to wrap his arm around my waist. “This is my girlfriend, Laken. Laken, this is Noah; we grew up together.”
“Girlfriend? Wow, man, I didn’t think I’d ever see Mr. Hit It and Quit It settle down.” I stiffen. “I’m just kidding. Chance is a good dude.” He takes our drink order and then disappears.
I sit, and Chance grabs my hand. “I’m sorry. It’s no secret I was a little wild, but I never led anyone on. I always told them the truth.”
“You don’t owe me an explanation.” I meant it too. He really didn’t have to explain himself. A good looking, smart, athletic guy probably had girls throwing themselves at him.
Luckily that guy was not our waiter; although, he did