Filthy Uncle To Go: A Forbidden Romance
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“Oh, cool,” he says, brushing her off. His attitude annoys me mightily. “How about you, Tessa?”
“I’m at Trinity,” I say as politely as I can to someone who basically just insulted my BFF.
“Cool. Your football team is D2, the division below mine.” He’s so full of himself, it’s sickening. I was never impressed by jocks. A person’s character speaks more to me than his ability to throw a pig-skinned ball.
“Do you want to order something?” I ask, still trying to be as courteous as possible. After all, he is a paying customer, and I am on the job. Regardless of how self-absorbed I think Bobby is, I still have to be professional.
“Yeah. Let me get a plain bagel toasted with blueberry cream cheese,” he orders.
“Good choice,” I say with a half-smile.
“I’ll get it!” Nicole chirps brightly. She scurries over to the storage container.
“So, Tessa,” Bobby says with a cunning grin. “Got any plans tonight?”
“Um…” Before I can get another word out, Nicole intervenes.
“Nope, she’s totally free tonight,” she says.
“Great.” He leans over the counter. “How about I take you out tonight? I can meet you at Barroom Burger at eight.” He’s so close I can see every pore on his face, not to mention the many pimples that travel from his forehead down to his neck. I’d rather be anywhere in the world tonight other than on a date with Bobby Frazier. I glance at Nicole. Her face is glowing as if she’s the one who was just asked out for burgers and fries. Her eyes are pleading with me to say yes, and although every bone in my body is screaming no, I agree.
“Sure,” I say reluctantly.
“Cool,” Bobby responds as Nicole hands him his bagel. “See you then.”
“See ya,” I say as I watch the tall teenage boy make his exit.
“Bye, Bobby!” Nicole interjects just before the door slams behind him. “Oh my gosh! Bobby Frazier just asked you out on a date!” If only I were half as excited as she is. To be honest, I’m dreading the time alone with Bobby. I hope he doesn’t try to kiss me, or worse, try to make a move. The thought of those paws touching my skin makes me shudder.
“Yeah, I wasn’t expecting to start my summer off this way,” I mumble.
“I know. Isn’t it great?! You’ve only been back a couple of days, and you’re already dating the hottest guy in Sunnyside. This is going to be the best summer ever!”
“Yeah,” I laugh tonelessly. “So, anything big happening this summer?” I attempt to change the subject, hoping we can forget about boastful Bobby for right now.
“My parents are throwing a huge barbecue this weekend. The whole town is coming, including Bobby,” she says with a Cheshire cat smile. Great, it looks like I won’t be able to escape him all summer. Just my luck.
“Cool,” I say indifferently. I know Nicole is trying to be helpful by pushing me toward Bobby, but I’m not the slightest bit interested in him. I’d never go for such a show-off. It’s not manly to boast like that. Real men know themselves, and have no need to act like braggarts. But it’s to be expected because he’s not a man; he’s still a teenage boy. He’s an immature kid, and that’s that.
I stare at the glass entrance, wishing Coach Mason would walk through the door. His face is the only one I want to see, and hearing his bass voice would send chills down my spine right now. I know it’s silly to fantasize about Coach, but he’s the only one who makes my heart throb. This is more than a crush; I’m head over heels in love with him. I have to see my former coach before the summer ends because my body craves him. I don’t think I can make it another year without feeling his warm touch on my skin. Even if it’s only a pat on my shoulder, or a friendly hug, my form hungers for him … and I hope he hungers for me as well.
To be continued …
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About the Author
S.C. Adams is a romance author who likes her stories hot and unprotected. She grew up a Jersey girl but considers herself a global citizen now. She gives thanks to the gods of Paypal, Amazon, and Microsoft for allowing her to work anywhere in the world, including on the beaches of Bali and the mountains of Peru. Oh, and she also hates chocolate, but loves dogs. Currently toting her mutt Minnie to a new location every three months.
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