Page 21 of Dessert Flirt Repeat
She hesitates. “I don’t want to take up all your time though.”
“You’re not. I want to be here. I want to help you.”
She grins. “Okay, great. Same time tomorrow night?”
“I’ll be here.”
Chapter8
Becca
When Gage walks into my ice cream shop today, I’m nervous. Again.
Actually, nervous isn’t the right word. More like a raging ball of anxiety.
Why, oh, why am I freaking out at seeing him again? I saw him yesterday, and I got over my nerves enough to film a sexy video that has earned Sweet Cheeks thousands of new followers and views. And on top of it all, we had a friendly chat over some ice cream. That was my favorite part of the evening, honestly. We clicked so well. It felt like talking to an old friend.
Maybe because he’s Gage Grant and you still can’t believe that this insanely hot TikToker and effortlessly cool dreamboat is here, in the flesh, working with you.
He flashes that devastating half-smile yet again, and my knees go weak. Yup. That’s exactly why.
“We had triple our usual mail orders today,” I blurt. “Because of, um, the video. On TikTok.”
Wow. I could have said hello, but no. My weirdo brain decided to say the most random thing in the world.
Way to sound like a complete freak, Becca.
A chuckle falls from his perfect lips. “That’s awesome. Congrats. You need help packing them up?”
I shake my head. “Tori and I came in early this morning to ship them all out.”
“Which flavor was the most popular?”
“Unicorn swirl.” When I realize I’m fidgeting with my hands, I force them to my sides.
Gage’s dark brown gaze bounces from one of my arms to the other. “You nervous still?”
My shoulders slump before I can catch myself. “Yeah.”
God, this guy can read me like a book.
“How could you tell?” I attempt a teasing laugh, but I end up snort-chuckling like the massive nerd I am. Fabulous.
But instead of wincing in pity, his half-smile turns full. “It’s okay to be nervous. Don’t worry.”
He plops down at the same table we sat at last night and pats the table. “Come sit with me.”
“But we have another video to shoot.”
“Not just yet.” He unzips the backpack he brought with him and pulls out a metal flask. He wiggles it at me. “How about some liquid courage?”
I start to smile. “Wait, did you bring that with you yesterday too?”
He nods. “I figured it would be good to have on hand in case we needed to relax a bit before filming. But you were a star yesterday.”
“Unlike today.” I grab two small paper cups and join him at the table.
“It’s okay, Becca.” Goosebumps flash across my skin even though it’s ninety degrees out. That low, soft, coaxing voice is going to be the death of me. Gage could get me to do just about anything if he asked me in that sexy-as-sin tone.
