Page 33 of Not the Billionaire

He paid and walked to the end of the building, pulling open the women’s restroom door.

“Genevieve,” he called out.

“Yeah, I’m still in here. Did you get me a towel?”

An older woman standing just inside the door by the sink gave him a dirty look. “You can’t come in here.”

“I wouldn’t do that, miss.” He flashed her a devastatingly handsome smile, which turned her look of disapproval into a shy blush instead.

Genevieve walked out of one of the stalls at the end of the room, washed her hands, then met Sebastian at the door, grabbing the towel he offered and quickly wrapping it around her shoulders and chest.

They walked outside, and he wrapped his towel around himself and leaned back against the brick wall while she went about drying off. She was short enough that the large beach towel practically wrapped around her entire body like a cocoon. Her arms slid out from under the towel as she began squeezing excess water from her long blonde hair and combing through it with her fingers. He couldn’t take his eyes off of her. Every move she made was hypnotic.

“Kurtis?”

He shook himself out from under her spell. “Sorry, what?”

“I asked if you were ready to go.” She smirked, obviously amused that he was staring at her like some kind of fool.

“You don’t want to walk out on the pier?”

She looked down at her appearance. “I really think we should be getting back, don’t you?”

“Probably.” He was enjoying just being with her, and going back to the office was the last thing he wanted. “Oh, I got you a dry shirt.”

She took the bag he held out to her and pulled the shirt from within. “That was thoughtful. Thank you.”

“You’re welcome.”

“Let me change, and we’ll go.”

Sebastian lay his head back against the brick wall. He really didn’t want to go back just yet.

Genevieve rejoined him a few minutes later, looking adorable in the shirt he’d bought her. Her hair had been pulled back in a wet ponytail, giving him a better view of the smooth skin of her neck. He was enamored by the spot where it curved into her shoulder and fought himself from leaning forward and pressing his lips there.

“Ready?” she asked just as her stomach growled. Loudly. She let out a little laugh. “Guess we should stop and pick up some lunch on the way.”

“I have an idea.” He reached for her hand as if it was the most natural thing in the world, but the surprised look in her eyes told him it was too much, too soon. He gave it a quick squeeze, let go, and started walking toward the car.

Get it together, Sebastian.

Genevieve wasn’t like the other girls, the ones who knew who he was and would’ve done much more than hold his hand if he’d asked. And thinking he might scare her off terrified him.

“Where are we going?” she asked when they were back in the car, driving out of the parking lot.

“To a place that’s pretty much required after a day at the beach.”

A smile spread across her face. “It’s Captain Sundae, isn’t it?”

His shoulders sagged. “You weren’t supposed to guess so quickly.”

“Oh my gosh, Rhonda and I always went there. I haven’t been in so long.”

“So, you approve?”

“I approve.” The smile was still there, and it made him so happy every time he caused it. “Who doesn’t like ice cream for lunch?”

“What’s your favorite thing to get there?” he asked.

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