Page 97 of Driftwood Daffodil 2

“Who knows? It shall remain an unsolved mystery.”

“Kind of like why Gio Mancini would spend his Saturday in this hole like this?”

Why would anyone spend their Saturday here? “Maybe he has a thing for horrible food?”

“Has he eaten anything?”

I shook my head. “Nope.”

He was just drinking coffee. Personally, I thought if he was going to waste his time here, then he should suffer like every other customer. But whatever.

“That doesn’t make any sense, Nova.” Memphis folded his arms over his chest and eyed me. “He must be here for a reason.”

Oh, there was a reason. Obviously Gio wanted to torment me, and chase away anyone who might leave a good tip. So much for my food truck snack. Bastard.

But I would suck it up because there was no way in hell I was giving Gio the satisfaction of acknowledging his motives. He got enough of a reaction out of me last night. I’d never been more frustrated in my life. It did make the shower I had this morning epic though. Did he really think I wouldn’t touch myself. Pfft.

“Why is here, Nova?”

“If you want me to explain the inner workings of Gio Mancini’s mind, then you’re going to be sorely disappointed, Memphis.”

Gio’s mind was one dark hole I was not willing to dive into.

“You must have some idea.”

“What do you want me to say?” I shrugged. “That he’s here to bend me over the counter and do me in front of everyone?’

Wait… That wasn’t why he was here, was it?

I eyed Gio’s navy shirt and dark jeans.

He wasn’t dressed like he was going to defile someone. Then again, was there an outfit for such a thing? Did they have get my dick out quick pants? I guess sweats would fit that role. I may have to do more research into this. There was nothing wrong with being prepared after all.

My brows knit when I noticed Memphis staring at me with a stupid grin on his face.

“What?”

Did I miss something?

“Oh nothing, I just find it interesting that the first place your mind went was sex.”

“It did not.” Did it?

“Yes it did. Is there something you want to tell me?”

There were plenty of things I wanted to tell him. Like how to get rid of that mischievous sparkle in his eye. Instead, I just said, “No.”

“Are you sure,” Memphis sang in a tone that made want to slap him. “Because you seem a little frustrated.”

He had no idea.

I was about to tell Memphis off when Gio’s voice chimed in.

“That’s because I wouldn’t let her come last night.”

Son of a bitch.

Memphis’s jaw dropped while shot Gio a death glare. I might actually kill him tonight.

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