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“You can get a feel for my board and see if you like it.” I try for friendly, and I’m proud there’s no bite in my voice, but I can’t seem to shake the scowl on my face. “I’ll show you how to stand up on it, and if you get a feel for it and are comfortable, we can take it out into the water and see if you can get up today. If not, then it’ll leave something to strive toward next time.”
Please don’t let there be a next time. If I make this boring enough, surely she’ll move onto something else?
She mutters something under her breath that I thankfully can’t make out as I turn my back on her and pick up my board. She walks beside me down the beach and unfortunately stands just a little too close so her arm brushes up against mine with every step we take.
I desperately want to tell her to step back, but remembering who her parents are has me clenching my jaw and keeping my mouth shut. I’m definitely walking on eggshells, and despite being on the beach and near the water I know better than the back of my hand, I feel completely out of my element.
We come to a stop about ten feet away from the water, and I drop my board onto the sand.
“Alright,” I say without looking at her as I rub my hands together in anticipation. I don’t care who she is, this shit is fun for me. “I’m going to give you a quick demonstration just so you can see what you’re supposed to be doing. Then, I want to watch you do it so I can give you any pointers if you need them.”
“And so you can check me out...” She giggles loudly. “I mean, check my form out too, right?” She’s so brazen and bold that if her sunglasses were off, I imagine I’d see her winking shamelessly at me.
This girl thinks she has game when she does not. That pretty face and the price tag attached to her last name will only get her so far in this world. Hopefully wherever it takes her is far away from me.
Not only is she ruining my morning, but she’s now ruining my mojo as well.
I climb onto my board and drop down to my belly with my feet kicked out behind me. I don’t check to make sure she’s paying attention. I’ve already explained what we’re doing here so she better be. I place the palms of my hands flat against the smooth surface and push myself up. At the same time, I push off with my knees and pop up onto my feet. I’m crouching on the smooth, flat surface, and even though I don’t need to right now because we’re on land, I hold my arms out slightly at my sides for balance.
A soft touch, light as a feather, brushes across my shoulder in a barely there before it’s gone caress. Christ, can she not keep her fucking hands to herself? I turn to ask her as much and find her bikini-clad tits in my face.
“Jesus Christ,” I exclaim as I jerk my head back in surprise. She must have disrobed down to her bikini while my back had been turned to her. Fuck, this is going to be more unpleasant than I thought. I fucking hate being treated like a toy just because she has money and I don’t.
She trails a red-tipped manicured nail down my bicep in a way I’m sure she views as seductive. I’m not falling for it.
Clearing my throat, I remove her hand from my body. “Please step back and keep your hands to yourself.” There. That wasn’t so bad. I’m pleased that I kept from yelling at her, but like I said earlier, Chelsea Manning isn’t used to not getting her way.
She slams her hands down on her hips and juts out her bottom lip in a bratty pout. “I don’t know what your problem is, mister. I’m just trying to be friendly.”
Yeah, that’s exactly what the problem is, she’s being just a little too friendly. I hold my hands out to her in surrender as I step off the board and back onto the sand on the opposite side of her.
“My apologies.” Absolute lie. “Perhaps you’d like to give it a try now?”
She nods in agreement, pacified for the moment, but I still don’t trust it. Or her. She doesn’t seem like the type to give up so easily. She’s definitely the type who always gets what she wants.
She drops down to her knees on the surfboard, giving her hips a slow, exaggerated sway. The only problem is she’s facing the wrong way, and her face is now right in front of my crotch with her lips lined up perfectly for the taking, the offer shining brightly in her eyes.
Unfortunately for me, my dick’s not with the program and twitches in my swimming trunks. Cursing myself and my uncooperative dick, I press the palms of my hands into my eyes.Get it together, man.
Her hands land on my hips, and my arms drop down to my sides. My eyes fly open, and I stare in wide-eyed horror at the rich girl kneeling on my surfboard before me in a teeny tiny white bikini looking like pure temptation leading to the road to hell.
While she isn’t my type, what hot-blooded man would be able to resist such an openly brazen offer?
I swallow thickly, knowing that Ihaveto resist the temptation and reject her without pissing her off, or she’ll go complain to her daddy anyway.
“The girls around here talk, you know. I’ve heard all about you and your buddies. I know you’re down for a good time. Well, I’m stuck here in this place for the summer and dreadfully bored. I could most definitely use a good time, and since I’ve heard you’re so good at it, I’ve decided I want to give you a try for myself. Your luck around here is changing.”
Yeah, no. My rotten luck just seems to be getting worse every day, I think as cold sweat beads my forehead.
She smiles coyly at me as her hands gently caress the outside of my thighs.
Smacking her hands away from me, I push her back. Listing to the side, she tips over and stumbles ungracefully to the sand. The move takes her off my board, and I bend down quickly to pluck it up off the sand.
My hands shake with rage as I jog toward the water, my feet kicking up sand with every step I take. The cool water rolls over my toes as the girl behind me begins cursing me out rather colorfully. She calls me every dirty name in the book, but I don’t give a shit. Let her run to her mommy and daddy and tell them she tried to molest me and I turned her ass down. No chick in their right mind would ever do such a thing.
At least I can tell Mr. Manning that I was following the code of conduct he insisted on: “The guests are off-limits. You do your job, go out of the way to please them, but it has to stay professional.”
Once my hips are submerged in water, I place my palms on the board and haul my ass up onto it. Lying flat on my stomach, I paddle out deeper and deeper into the water, far from the beach and its bikini-clad perils.
