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“Not quite,” I confess. “I have to work my other job.”
“At the bakery.”
I cock my head at him. “How do you know about that?”
He smirks. “You’d be surprised how much I know about you.”
“That’s not creepy,” I say under my breath.
Turning away from him, I slip into the back to clock out and retrieve my things.
“One down,” Sam says. “And one more to go.”
I sigh at her words. “Yeah, good luck with Golden Boy.”
She chuckles and slings a messenger bag over her shoulder. “One of the good things about dating Tucker is he threatens anyone who bothers me. He’s like my guard dog. It keeps the guys from flirting with me.”
“Is that something they would do before you met Tucker?”
“Oh, yeah. All the time.” She holds open the back door for me, and we step outside. “I had to turn down so many guys, even though I needed the money, because they wouldn’t stop hitting on me. There’s only so much shit you can take, you know. The money doesn’t always matter, even though for us it kind of does.”
“Yeah, I get that. Working with the public sucks enough. I couldn’t imagine tutoring dumb jocks. They all think they’re God’s gift to women.”
She laughs and then pats me on the shoulder. “I’ll see you on Friday… if everything goes as planned. Don’t work too hard.”
I shake my head, a smile plastered on my face. “You, too. See ya later.”
By the time I reach the bus stop, Julian is already there, waiting for me. Because why else would he be here?
“This is cute.” I push my hands to my hips, coming to a stop in front of him. “Do you even know how to read a bus schedule?”
He lifts a strand of my hair and twirls it around his long finger. “No, but I know you do.”
“And where are you trying to go, Richie Rich?”
Julian rolls his eyes at my nickname. “Stop calling me that.”
“You’re rich,” I point out.
“No, my father is rich. Big difference.”
“You have a trust fund with your name on it. So, that makes you rich.”
“Whatever,” he huffs. “It’s just money.”
“Just money? I could kick your ass for saying that. You have no idea what it’s like to bust your ass for ten dollars an hour and then have to go to another shitty job that barely pays enough money for you to eat.”
“No, I don’t,” he admits. “And I hate that you have to live this way.”
“Well, thanks for your concern, but that doesn’t change anything.” I attempt to step around him to get closer to the bus stop, and he blocks my path. “Do you mind, Julian? I can’t afford to be late.”
“Let me drive you there,” he offers with a sincere look on his handsome face.
“No, that’s okay. You don’t have to do that.”
He holds up his hands and sighs.
We stand next to each other in silence for a while until I check the time on my phone about to freak the hell out.
