fries, and an order of nachos.”
“Got it.”
“Lex, do you want a job?” I turn in surprise and find Maggie’s expression is perfectly serious. “You’re really good at this.”
I smile. Inside, I’m beaming with pride. “Thanks, but I’m only here for a few weeks to write this movie, and then I’ll be headed back to Minneapolis.”
“Bummer,” Maggie replies just as Shawn returns to the kitchen.
“What’s a bummer?” he asks.
“That Lexi doesn’t want a full-time job here,” she replies before lifting a tray full of loaded plates onto her shoulder and leaving the kitchen again.
“She offered me a job,” I say with a proud smile. “I guess I’m doing okay.”
“Honestly, you’re doing better than that, and I’m not just saying that because I want to get into your pants.”
I roll my eyes and turn back to the griddle to turn the hamburger patties. “Thanks.”
Maggie returns, but her good mood has disappeared, replaced by a scowl as she slams her tray on the table. “Slimy bastard. Who does he think he is coming in here looking like that?”
“Who?” Shawn and I ask at the same time.
“No one,” she mutters and leaves again, the scowl still in place.
“I’m going to go grab a beverage. Can I get you something?” I ask Shawn.
“No, thanks.”
Before I can walk out, Shawn catches my hand and pulls me back for a quick kiss.
“What was that for?”
“Just for being you,” he says. “Go get your drink.”
I press my tingling lips together as I stride out of the kitchen and move right behind the bar. Keegan told me earlier to just come back and get myself a Coke whenever I want. So, I fill a glass with ice and shoot the gun thingie into it.
I glance up to find a strikingly handsome man smiling at me from across the bar.
“Hi, I’m Lexi,” I say before sipping my drink.
“Cameron,” he replies with a nod. “You’re new here.”
“I’m just helping out in the kitchen. What are you doing here?” I feel my eyes go wide and clamp my hand over my mouth. “Oh my God, who am I? I don’t just start up random conversations with hot men. Shit, I just said that out loud, didn’t I?”
Cameron is laughing now, and Maggie rushes up to the bar, unloading her tray of empties. “So, I see you met Lexi,” she says. “Don’t be an ass and scare her off, okay?”
“I’m not in the habit of scaring off women,” he replies, leveling Maggie with a cool stare.
“Ha!” is all Maggie says before she hurries off again.
“So, you’re the slimy bastard,” I say with a nod. “I get it. Now, I’m off to the kitchen again before my mouth gets me into more trouble.”
I hurry away, passing through the swinging door to the kitchen, and stop cold when I see a woman wrapped around Shawn. The blonde has her lips pressed to his mouth, her ample tits glued to his chest, and her hands on his ass.
I don’t give two shits that his hands are nowhere near her, or that he doesn’t look pleased with the current situation. In fact, he’s glaring at her as she pulls away with a satisfied grin.
“Well, now I know what sexual assault feels like.”
“Oh, you’ve wanted that for a long time,” she purrs. “There’s no need to play hard to get with me, Shawn.”
“I’m not playing anything—”
“Ahem.”
The bimbo doesn’t jump back; she just turns her head and glares at me. “What?”
I smile. “Hi. We haven’t met. I’m Lexi. And I’m only going to tell you one time to take your fake double-Ds off him.”
“Who the fuck is this?” she demands.
“Lexi,” I reply again before Shawn can. I take her arm and pull her through the kitchen, then push her out the door. “Don’t worry, you can have him back in a few weeks.”
“What the—?”
I let the door swing shut in her face and my smile leaves mine as I turn back to Shawn.
“If you’d come in two seconds later, you would have seen me pushing her off and telling her to get the fuck out of here.”
“But I didn’t come in two seconds later, did I? Am I poaching on another woman’s territory?”
He crosses his arms over his chest. “No.”
“Is she going to be an issue?”
“No.”
“Good.” I pull a clean basket off a shelf and line it with a square piece of parchment paper, getting it ready for a burger and fries.
“That’s it?”
“None of my business otherwise,” I say, not looking his way. “Coworkers with benefits, remember?”
“If the tables