“Out,” I ordered as the two girls giggled.
Lexi grabbed my plate and then dropped her fork. She had to bend at the waist with her legs straight to give me a great view of her delectable bottom. Rewind. Delectable? Brook HAD to get here soon!
“What did you two talk about?” Brook asked.
“Basically, it was the boss-slash-PA issue of my worry that she would feel like I’ve pressured her into sex. She said she didn’t feel that way and that she didn’t want to replace you.”
“That’s good, right?”
“Yes, it is. Lexi did say that we were healthy, young, and attracted to each other, so she wouldn’t be opposed to just hooking up.”
“Wasn’t that what last night was?” Brook asked.
“Yes. I’m more worried that if Lexi gets pissed at me sometime down the road, she might twist it and make it look bad.”
Brook totally got that. She planned to go into politics at some point, and her dad taught political science. Brook’s family, on her mom’s side, was wealthy. She was aware of what people would do to try to pry money away from people like her.
“Maybe we all just need to be friends,” Brook suggested.
“Now, if it was someone who didn’t work with me, we might be talking,” I said, giving her my sexy-boy smile.
“You know that you just eliminated Halle.”
“Dang it!” I swore.
“What about that new girl? The one you claimed was ‘just a friend’ you were pictured with on Hollywood Central.”
“Teresa?”
I might have overstated the friends-only angle to try to convince myself that I shouldn’t do anything naughty. Teresa had the same effect on me that Lisa Felton once had. Jessica Rabbit famously said: “I’m not bad. I’m just drawn that way.” Teresa had the looks and body that got her noticed.
Let me elaborate. I had three dream girls that I fantasized about: Adrienne, Hannah Minacci, and Rita James. Real-world girls I lusted after were Tracy, Pam, and Brook. Brook trumped them all because we were in a relationship.
Teresa was somewhere in that mix. What made me want her more was that she was shiny and new. In that respect, she was the same as Hannah Minacci, but Hannah had gone and married that worthless baseball player. Hannah was hot enough that she remained on the list even after she’d gone and done that.
Now for strictly lust-inducing mayhem, throw in Paulina, Teresa’s mother and local trophy wife. That woman was sex on a stick. If she wasn’t married, if she wasn’t a confirmed gold digger, and if I was single—there were a lot of ifs there. Anyway, if all that were so, I would be up to no good right about now. You could tell that she just knew things that would mean no end of fun.
“David?” Brook asked in a sing-song voice.
“Huh?”
“I lost you there for a moment.”
“Sorry,” I said and blushed.
“I knew it! You do like her,” Brook accused me.
My first reaction was to backtrack quickly. That would have been stupid because Brook knew she’d caught me.
“She is a bit of alright,” I said, using a British accent.
Brook gave me a look I couldn’t read, so I thought I’d better come clean on everything.
“I invited the Japanese girls over to skinny-dip.”
“Whatev.”
Damn! I thought that would distract her from my infatuation with Teresa. Brook decided to ignore Teresa for now and caught me up on school. Her mom finally stuck her head into her room and made her go to bed. I was sure Teresa would be discussed again in the near future.
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Chapter 10 – Destined for the Hallmark Channel Tuesday December 13
Dad woke me before sunrise. The plan was to go surfing before he had to go back to work teaching the cast to look like they knew how to play golf. Manaia was in the kitchen, drinking a cup of coffee with my dad when I came down.
“Did you find a place?” I asked.
Manaia had told us yesterday that he would figure out which beach had the best waves today. He knew of a surf website that shared that information with locals.
“Surfrider Beach is supposed to have some nice waves this morning, and it’s close by.”
I grabbed a to-go cup of coffee to help me wake up, and we were off. It turned out that the beach really was close to where we were staying. It was just south of the Malibu Country Mart, the boutique outdoor mall that I wanted to introduce Brook to. This was the beach I’d spotted that had a large pier jutting out into the Pacific.
We arrived just as the sun was coming up and found that the parking lot was already half full. People were already out in the water, catching waves.
It turned out I didn’t need the coffee to wake me up; the water was cold enough to do that. I might have to get a full wetsuit for these early-morning surf outings.
We surfed for about an hour and then had to get going. I talked to a woman about where we might grab breakfast, and she turned us on to a place that was used to surfers. I would have to remember to bring a change of clothes next time.
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