Sexy Bachelor

by Maggie Monroe

I walked behind the booth and glanced over her shoulder at the rental checklist. As my chest brushed her shoulder, I felt her stiffen, so I moved to the side. The flirting came so effortlessly to me that it was like breathing. Usually, I didn’t think about it, but now that I had removed myself from girls, and people in general, everything about this interaction seemed heightened. The way her hair smelled, the look she gave me, the hesitation in her response—all of it was like part of a dance I had been missing. A slow dance.

  “Ok, I’ll take you. But, as part of the training.” She turned to face me. “You’re right; you should be familiar with the rental equipment.”

  “Ah-ha.” I felt slightly triumphant. Wilderness Ben had not lost his touch. “It will be fun, dar— It will be fun.” I slid the clipboard across the counter, hoping to cover up my fumble. “So, tell me what we have here.”

  “This is the checklist we use every time someone rents a piece of equipment. They have to fill out this sheet. Let’s start at the top.”

  ***

  “Do we get breaks around here?” I thought it had to be close to lunchtime. My stomach was growling, and I could go for one of those barbecue sandwiches I saw a customer pack on the back of his kayak.

  Chelsea was scribbling something on a piece of paper. “Huh?”

  “Lunch. Can I break for a few?” I tried to catch her eye, but she was buried in a small notebook.

  “Sure. Sure. Whatever. Thirty minutes I guess.” She whispered something as her pen furiously inked out another line.

  “Ok.” I untied my apron. “I’ll be back in a few.” I waited for her to respond, but I was certain I could jump off the deck at this point and she wouldn’t notice.

  I followed the boardwalk around the cove. There were bait shops and a few restaurants along the marina waterfront. It was like something you would see in an idyllic movie scene, although these people were real. I smiled at the thought as I tugged on the door handle of one of the sandwich shops.

  Fifteen minutes later, I emerged from the cafe, satisfied the hunger pains had subsided. I looked toward the end of the docks and spied an ice cream stand. I strolled in that direction and got in line behind a family of five. The couple argued over whether their children could eat the ice cream out of cones versus cups. I smiled, thinking if that was the dilemma of the day, it was a damn good problem to have.

  “What can I get you?” The ice cream attendant squinted from the sun.

  At first the plan was to sit here and watch the boats sail by while I still had ten minutes left on my break, but when I spotted the bucket of chocolate, I had another idea. All girls like chocolate.

  “One strawberry and one chocolate.”

  “Cones?” The man already had his scoop in the cooler.

  “Yep. I think we can handle cones.” I handed him cash and accepted the two heaping cones, already dripping from the heat. I would have to hurry to get them back to the rental stand before they completely melted.

  “Thank you. Enjoy the day.” The man turned to face the next family behind me.

  “Thanks.” I tasted the strawberry before launching into a full sprint back to the store.

  Chelsea was exactly where I left her. Her nose pointed at the notebook as she scrawled words across the pages.

  “Brought you something.” I shoved the cone in her direction, dripping chocolate everywhere.

  “Uh—what the—?” She looked up, annoyed that her pages were splattered with the sticky treat.

  “Shit.” I scrambled for a paper towel. “I didn’t mean to spill it.” I tried to clean the mess up for her.

  “No. No. I’ve got it.” She brushed my hand away. “It’s probably better with chocolate all over it.” Her eyes rose to mine and I caught a glimmer of laughter.

  “Tell me you at least like chocolate. Did I screw that up too?”

  She bit her bottom lip as the corners of her mouth rose. “Actually, my favorite is strawberry. But, it’s good. I’ll eat it.”

  I chuckled. I was striking out left and right. I shifted the cones and placed the strawberry one in front of her. “Take this one.”

  “No, it’s yours.” She shook her head.

  “I’ve already ruined your page. Just take it.” I held the cone next to her hand.

  She wrapped her fingers around the paper sleeve, touching the top of my hand in the process. I lingered for another second. Her eyes made me forget whatever witty comebacks I had planned. I chuckled under my breath.

  “Something funny?” She licked the top of the strawberry swirl.

  “No. Just learning a lot today.”

  I crunched on the side of the cone and stepped out of the booth. A party boat was headed out of the marina. I needed to study it to clear my head for a second and try to remember who in the hell I was.

  ***

  “Five o’clock is quittin’ time, right?” I spied my new boss eyeing the clock.

  In the last few hours Chelsea had shown me the employee entrance, the ins and outs of the rental stand, the general layout of the store, and given me my schedule. What kind of screwed up plan was this? I had to be at the store at five thirty in the morning. This would go down as one of the not-so-smart ideas of the summer.

  Admittedly, I’d had a good time. She was cute, funny, and it had been awhile since I had met such a smartass. Most girls were so afraid to scare me off that they wouldn’t speak their minds. Going on dates was like watching fan blades spin around; it was an endless exercise of the same old garbage.

  She smiled. “Yes. We’re done for the day. Why don’t you take these inside?” She tossed her apron into my chest. “Still want to go out paddling?” Her head tipped to the side, and I noticed the sun caught strands of her hair, turning them a bright honey color.

  “Of course. Be right back.” I untied the canvas string and ducked inside the screen door. I had been waiting all day for this. Every time I saw a boat sail past I wanted to hop aboard and drift out to open waters.

  The sun was so intense at this time of day. The only thing keeping my eyes from watering was my sunglasses. The rays smacked me in the face as soon as I walked back on the dock. I watched as Chelsea struggled to hold up one kayak while unhooking the suspension cord to keep the boat upright. If she let go, it would knock her in the head.

  “Hey, let me help you with that.” I jogged over and braced the boat as she set it free.

  “Thanks. This one was a little tighter than I expected.” She placed her hands on the sides of the kayak and dragged it to the open boat launch. “Can you get yours on your own?”

  I laughed. “I think I can manage.” I flipped the handle on the lever and released the kayak into my arms.

  I started toward the launch and noticed she was already ten yards out in the water.

  “Hey, I thought we were paddling together!” I shouted.

  “We are. See if you can catch up.” With that, she dipped the end of her paddle in the water and made a deep stroke next to her kayak, propelling her farther ahead.

  I recognized a challenge when I saw one. My competitive quarterback side kicked in as I ran toward the launch. I tossed the kayak forward and jumped into the open seat. I fumbled with the paddle until I had an even stroke, crossing my chest like a figure eight. She was fast, surprisingly fast, but I knew I could catch her.

  Instead of turning into the open sound water, she steered into a creek where she seemed to be able to pick up speed. I sliced the paddle through the water, pressing hard with my shoulders. I caught her smile as she looked over her shoulder to gauge the distance between us. She continued to steer straight as the creek narrowed. The rows of houses and piers were behind us.

  Only a few more yards. I was so close. Adrenaline surged through my veins, and I felt my heart pump harder as I worked to overtake her boat. I plunged the tip deeper into the water, sending me within inches of her back. The bow of my boat sailed past hers. I jumped up victoriously.

  “Yes! Gotcha. Yes! Yes!”

  “Sit do
wn!” she screamed, but it was too late.

  “Whoa-whoa-whoa!” I rocked back and forth on my feet trying to steady myself, but I had already disturbed the natural balance of the boat.

  “Jake!” She managed to yell my fake name before I landed on her kayak, flipping both of us over and into the saltwater creek.

  I popped to the surface, realizing I could touch the murky bottom.

  “You ok?” I sputtered the words as I reached for my capsized victim. I thought I felt something brush past my leg, and I knew it wasn’t Chelsea.

  “What in the hell?” She brushed her hair out of her face and spit out a mouthful of water.

  “Sorry about that. I guess I got a little carried away with my victory.” I shrugged in apology.

  “Victory? I didn’t know it was an official race. I was just kidding around.” She grabbed onto the side of her boat and tossed the paddle in the cockpit. She looked mad.

  I stared at her. What had gotten into me? I had sped through the marina and creek like a NASCAR driver. An incredibly fast and triumphant driver, yes. But still I may have let things get out of hand. The last thing I wanted was to piss her off.

  “And I thought you weren’t much of a kayaker,” I teased. Obviously, she had downplayed her aquatic skills. I should have known better. The girl grew up on an island and ran a kayak stand.

  I couldn’t stop staring. This was stronger than the urge to race after her in the boat. Her white T-shirt clung to her skin, the water making it almost transparent. My eyes landed on the lacy outline of her bra. It was hard to miss with the way her chest was heaving. The scalloped edges stuck to the tops of her perfectly round breasts. Damn.

  “You could help me with this part.” Her voice jerked my eyes away from her chest.

  “What?” At least I was able to keep myself from stammering.

  “Help me get back in the kayak,” she urged. I thought she noticed where my eyes had been.

  The water was almost chest-deep for her and even though she tried several times to hoist herself into the cockpit, it was proving impossible without a boost.

  I reached below the surface of the water and wrapped my hands on either side of her waist.

  “Here we go. One. Two. Three.” At the end of the count, I shifted her upward, giving her room to toss her leg over the side.

  “Thanks. Think you can manage to get in yours by yourself? I don’t think I can help you from here, but you can always swim back.” She adjusted the paddle in her hand and began spinning around to face me.

  My kayak had drifted a few yards from us. “I’ve got this. No problem.” I swam over to the boat and surveyed how I was going to get back onboard without making an idiot of myself for the second time.

  I was almost a professional athlete. I rarely called in a stunt double on the movie sets. I could get back in a kayak.

  “You ok over there?” She floated closer.

  “Yep.” I eyed the boat again and decided just to go for it. Damn any more embarrassment.

  I pressed hard with his palms and lifted my frame out of the water. Nailed it. I grabbed the paddle and circled toward her. Now that I was in the boat, I realized how uncomfortable my wet T-shirt was. I laid the paddle across my knees and peeled the shirt over my chest. The warmth of the sun’s rays felt good as they hit my shoulders.

  And there it was on her face. The reaction I had tried all day to get. I allowed myself a satisfied smile. Just as I began revel in my true victory, Chelsea took her eyes off my chest. She was distracted by her kayak colliding into mine. I toppled back into the salty creek.

  CHAPTER FOURTEEN

  Chelsea

  “Sorry. Oh my God, I’m so sorry.” I floated closer to Jake, overboard again. He was smiling and searching the water for his shirt. “I wasn’t paying attention.” I wasn’t going to tell him it was because the water running down his sculpted abs had made me lose any sense of reality.

  “I think we can say we’re even.” He plucked his shirt from the water and wrung it out before tossing it into the boat.

  I noticed he didn’t seem mad. I had been more than annoyed when he sent me tumbling into the creek. The only reason I had agreed to take him out was so that I could ask him more about his writing. Somehow, that had turned into a race and now we were both soaking wet. I hadn’t even gotten in the first question about his book.

  “Maybe we should get back to the docks before either of us goes overboard again,” I suggested.

  I followed every muscle along his back with my eyes as he hoisted himself into the seat. I had no idea all of that was under his T-shirt when I hired him. I bit hard on my lip and closed my eyes, willing myself not to think all kinds of dirty thoughts. Like how those muscles might feel under my fingertips and pressed against me. No, bad idea—very irresponsible and dangerous idea.

  “Sure. Maybe we can try this again another time.” He smiled at me as he breezed past in his kayak.

  I paddled, matching his slow pace. He sat relaxed, cruising slowly enough to see an egret in the marsh and a turtle slip off a log. There was so much more to see when you weren’t racing through. The orange hues of the sun cast the entire creek into a fiery dream. I could tell he was taking it all in.

  “So, what do you think of Brees Island?” I was almost completely parallel to him. We glided at a steady rhythm, unlike our earlier sprint.

  “It’s got something I’ve been searching after for a long time.” He sounded pensive. A mullet hopped in front of us.

  “Really? What could that possibly be? We don’t even have a movie theater.”

  I knew that vacationers loved the island. The beaches were beautiful and the seafood was always fresh, but they didn’t know what it was really like. If anyone of them had spent a winter here, they would think differently. Everything shut down. The tourists were gone, the landscape turned brown, and the chill from the humid winds cut right to the bone.

  “No movie theater? Well, that explains some things.” He eased into the boat launch.

  I waited until my bow touched the incline of the ramp before hopping to the side. “Yeah, no movie theater, no mall, no hospital. It’s like we’re cut off from civilization out here.”

  “Sounds perfect, if you ask me.” He rested the paddle in the cockpit as he stepped out of the boat.

  “Perfect? Where are you from? It’s boring and there’s nothing to do. I miss Chapel Hill and people who are interesting.”

  I hadn’t stopped mourning college life. I’d finished grad school over a month ago. But sometimes I still felt like I was home on summer break, waiting for classes to start back up in the fall. I felt a sense of accomplishment for getting my second degree, but there was nothing good about college being over. I missed it every day I was here. I knew if I didn’t have a job lined up by September, I would have to stay on this island doing the same thing, day after day with no end in sight.

  “I guess I don’t need much entertainment.” He winked as he turned to grab my boat and lift it into the rack.

  It was a simple gesture, a flirty gesture I had received hundreds of times. But this was the first time I felt giddy, like I had just had a few sips of wine. I wanted him to do it again.

  “That’s not what I mean. I know how to have a good time. But living on an island, you see the same people, have the same conversations, hear the same news over and over again. I miss meeting new people. The ones I haven’t known my whole life.”

  “Would you consider a writer an interesting person?” he asked.

  He was bold. It didn’t take much interaction with him to know he was a professional flirt, but I couldn’t help but like it. He was good at it.

  “Maybe. Depends on the writing.” It didn’t hurt to flirt a little. My back was turned, but I heard him laugh. It made me grin.

  “I see.” He lifted the kayak next to me. “I’m from a small town too. It’s not all that bad. There’s something to be said for people knowing who you really are.”

  “Right. Like knowi
ng when you sneak out of your parents’ house when you’re twelve, or everyone knowing you made straight As on your report card, or did you like the part about people giving you advice on what you should do with your life?”

  I tightened the loops of the straps and made sure the kayaks wouldn’t fall over when we stepped away.

  “Agreed. That part of small town life is rough, but it’s home. You can travel the world and live in twenty different cities, but deep down, there is only one home. You’ve got to love this place.”

  I knew the answer he was expecting to hear from me. It would be too complicated to tell him how much I loved the island, but at the same time how much we needed a break from each other. Brees was stifling me.

  “I do. I will always love it, but that doesn’t mean I have to stay.” This conversation had suddenly turned more serious than I wanted. The more he talked, the more I kept revealing. It was already a bad habit.

  “I get it. Sometimes you have to leave home for a while to realize it’s the place you’re really supposed to be.” His hand gripped the kayak even though I had already secured it. It was as if he needed the extra balance.

  “Speaking from experience?” I asked, wondering what had made him so pensive. All day he had been nothing but smiles.

  “You could say that. I just miss home some days more than others.” He stepped back from the row of boats and adjusted his sunglasses.

  I knew there was truth in what he said. I liked to remember my college days as the perfect escape from the island, but there were times when I missed the ocean sounds and friendly faces of home. Wherever Jake was from must be calling to him right now.

  I tried to run my hands through my hair, but the creek water had tangled it. “Well, thanks for everything today.”

  “Everything?”

  “Yeah, taking the job. You really bailed me out this morning.”

  The argument with my father and Derek turning in his notice seemed like it was days ago. What were the chances I would be able to fill the position so quickly?

  “But, I need to change out of these clothes, and you might want to put on a shirt.” It was hard to talk to him while he stood dripping, shirtless, and looking incredibly edible.