Page 18 of Dessert Flirt Repeat
I clear my throat and force myself to focus back on our conversation. “It’s the truth. The behind-the-scenes is pretty silly and weird. Very, very unsexy.” I glance around the darkened space. “Are we the only ones here?”
She nods. “I sent Tori home early so we could, um, have the place to ourselves.”
“Great. Any ideas for Sweet Cheeks Creamery’s very first sexy TikTok video?”
Becca hesitates before her cheeks go pink once more. “I mean, I don’t think I can top that ice cream scoop with porno music you mentioned.”
I chuckle. “It’s okay. I’ve got plenty of ideas.”
She looks relieved…until I show her the list of ideas that I brainstormed on my phone.
Notepad in hand, she falls into the chair at the table we sat at together this morning.
“You want me to slowly lick an ice cream cone?” She gawks up at me.
I sit down across from her. “That’s how you’d normally eat ice cream, Becca. You lick it, don’t you?”
She leans back in her seat, the look on her face adorably indignant. “Well, yeah. But to do it slowly would make it look all seductive…”
I tilt my head at her. “I thought that was the point.”
Her expression falls. “Right.” She skims the list again. “Licking an ice cream cone…licking my lips…licking ice cream off a spoon…okay, there’s a lot of licking involved.”
“Again, this is ice cream we’re talking about here,” I say, trying to hide the amusement in my voice.
“Eating a cherry. At least that’s different. Dripping hot fudge on…” She makes a choking sound. I’m once again trying not to laugh. “Dripping hot fudge on your chest.”
“You don’t have to lick it off,” I tease.
She frowns at the list and hesitates. “Licking whipped cream.”
I roll out my shoulders to stretch and chuckle. “I know, I know. Too much licking.”
“No, it’s…that’s fine.” Her gaze fixes on my phone. A second later she looks away, and her expression goes shy and…embarrassed?
“You okay?”
She clears her throat. “Yeah. Fine. Let’s do the first one on the list,” she mutters before darting up and turning to the freezer.
I stand up and reach out to gently grab her arm. “Hey, wait. You’re not comfortable with this, are you?”
“It’s fine.”
Her stiff body language and furrowed brows broadcast otherwise.
“Becca, I’m not here to make you do something you don’t want to do. You clearly don’t like my ideas. That’s okay.” I hope my tone comes off as easy and casual as I’m trying to convey. “What’s something you’d feel comfortable doing?”
She hesitates for a second, but I notice her shoulders and arms are in a more relaxed position now.
Those saucer-like eyes fix on me, and she licks her lips. “I’m going to make a hot fudge sundae on camera. Then I’ll slide it over to you, and you’re going to lean down and lick it.”
Well, shit. I wasn’t expecting that. My mouth hooks up in a smile. Something inside of me ignites.
“Let’s do it.”
* * *
Twenty minutes later we’re behind the counter at Sweet Cheeks. My camera phone is set up on a tripod, and I’m filming Becca as she dishes up the most delicious-looking sundae ever.
