My eyebrows squeezed together. “I’m not playing. I don’t like games.”
“I want you to think about me for the rest of the day. I want you to want nothing more than me,” Frankie said.
“Um, easy,” I said crossing my arms.
“Oh, don’t be like that,” Frankie said grinning. “I want you too. Trust me, when it happens, it will be mind-blowing.”
I puffed out my lip. “Pretty sure it would have been mind-blowing right now.”
“This is hard for me too,” Frankie said. “You felt just how much I want you. But in three days, you’ll be gone and I want to make sure that when I do fuck you, you’ll never forget it.”
8
Frankie
Holy shit.
I couldn’t believe I walked away from her. There wasn’t anything I wanted more than to be with Olivia.
But I wanted it to last. There was a good chance I’d never see her again and it wasn’t only that I didn’t want her to forget me, I never wanted to forget her either.
It was torture leaving her and I thought going into work would help distract me. But it didn’t.
I moved from job to job at the resort and no matter what I did, my thoughts always went back to her. My cock would twitch and it would take everything inside me to not drive back to do what needed to be done.
“Hey,” Mrs. Hernandez said practically sneaking up behind me at the bar. “I’ve been looking all over for you. Thought you were helping the groundskeeper.”
“I did that,” I said with a grin. “Now, I’m helping here.”
I glanced at the clock. It was nearly six and the order I’d put in thirty minutes ago would be ready soon, if it wasn’t already.
If I had Olivia’s number, I would have called and given her notice but I didn’t have it. I didn’t know much about her at all but I didn’t care. I wanted to know everything about her.
“Did you need something?” I asked hesitantly.
“Yeah, they need you back in the kitchen,” she said tapping her clipboard. “Help with the dishes. You’ll get overtime pay.”
“I can’t,” I said. “Not tonight.”
Mrs. Hernandez blinked rapidly. “But we really need the help.”
“I’m sorry,” I said looking down at the gin and tonic I was mixing for a customer. “Tonight’s just not going to work.”
“What? You have a hot date?” she asked with a chuckle.
“Something like that,” I said.
Mrs. Hernandez eyed me. It was almost as if she thought I was lying. “You haven’t been on a date in years, Francis Castro. Are you telling me fibs?”
“No, ma’am, I am not,” I said.
“That gal at the front desk, hmm?” she asked.
I shook my head.
“Better not be one of the guests,” Mrs. Hernandez scolded. “You remember how your dad reacted the last time.”
“I’m going to keep her a secret if that’s all right,” I said. “It’s just that I don’t know how things are going to go just yet.”
“I can tell by the look in your eyes she has you right where she wants you,” she said.
I chuckled. “Yeah, perhaps.”
One of the kitchen workers placed a plastic bag on the counter and gave me a nod. I nodded back.
“I need to head out,” I said. “I’m really sorry about this.”
“I’m going to let it go since you haven’t even taken a day off since you started,” Mrs. Hernandez said. “You’re a hard worker. Your father should be proud.”
I snorted. “It’s going to take a lot more than that to make him proud.”
Mrs. Hernandez reached up and placed her hand on my shoulder, giving me a tight squeeze. “Go on,” she said. “Don’t want you to be late.”
“Thanks,” I said backing away. I grabbed my bag of food off the counter and twirled around. “See you tomorrow.”
“Oh boy,” she said as I walked away.
I was practically running to my four-wheeler. It was too bad I didn’t have access to one of my father’s sports cars because I would have gotten there in half the time.
I was smiling as I climbed on a headed down the path that would take me to Olivia.
9
Olivia
The sun was gone. And I couldn’t stop looking over at Frankie’s dark cabin.
He was gone. All day. And I hadn’t stopped wanting him.
It was strange though because I wanted him more than anything but I was also angry he’d walked away. He left me there in the ocean feeling needy and desperate.
How had it been so easy for him to just walk away? I guess he was just playing with me. A good old fashion game of cat and mouse… or something.
I paced back and forth from the kitchen to the bed, waiting even though I wasn’t entirely sure what I was waiting for. Maybe Frankie wouldn’t ever come back.
The sounds of a motor made my heart skip a beat. I felt lightheaded but that could have had something to do with the fact that I hadn’t had much to eat the entire day.