Page 40 of The Biker's Virgin
“There’s Jasmine.” Olivia pointed to the leggy blonde at the edge of the beach.
“The best thing you can do is forget about that guy.” Maddie grabbed her beach bag out of the back seat. “Let’s go get our flirt on with some hot guys here. That will make you feel better.”
“I doubt it,” Olivia said and stepped out of the car.
“Listen, it’s cheesy, but as the saying goes: ‘The best way to get over someone is to get under someone else’.”
“That’s ridiculous.” Olivia trudged behind Maddie across the dune, her flip flops flinging up hot sand as she walked.
“Try it before you write it off.” Maddie smiled and ran to hug Jasmine.
Olivia decided that she was going to do her best to forget about Blaine. She stood up tall and joined the girls as they set up the beach umbrella. It was 85 degrees and the beach was full of hot guys playing volleyball. She pulled a book out of her beach bag and settled into her chair in the shade of the umbrella. Maddie and Jasmine unrolled their colorful beach towels and applied sunscreen to each others’ backs.
Olivia was deep into her novel when she heard a dull thud as a volleyball came crashing into the beach and ricocheted into the umbrella. She sputtered and spat out sand.
“Sorry about that.”
Olivia stopped brushing the sand off herself and looked up to see a sexy all-American boy with tousled blonde hair and a tanned soccer player’s physique standing under her umbrella.
“Here’s your ball.” Olivia handed him the sandy white ball.
Behind the tanned boy, Olivia saw the bemused look on both Maddie and Jasmine’s face. They were clearly intrigued at the scene unfolding in front of them.
“What are you reading?” he pointed a sandy finger to Olivia’s book.
“1984.”
The boy chuckled. “That’s a light beach read.”
This caught Olivia’s attention. She rested her book on her lap and squinted up into the sun to try to get a better look at him. The boy had brains. What was she doing judging a book by its cover? Albeit a chiseled, Calvin Klein model-ish cover…
“Olivia.” She stood up and held out her hand brazenly.
“Tanner.” He shook her sandy hand. “Sorry about the sandstorm.” He took her wrist in his big hand and brushed the sand from her palm with the other. “The only way to really get this fine stuff off is to get in the lake. Are you hot enough for a swim?”
Behind him Maddie and Jas were hanging on to every word. Olivia saw Maddie mouth, “Do it!” and point to the water.
Olivia felt a twinge of guilt at the attraction she felt for Tanner, but brushed it off. As tough as Blaine looked, the cowardly fucker hadn’t reached out to her after she showed him her vulnerability.
“Sure.” She let Tanner lead her to the water’s edge by the hand.
As they waded into the cold, clear water, goose bumps prickled up over Olivia’s body.
“Walking in like this is torture. We’ve just gotta get in fast!” Tanner pulled Olivia by the arm and bounded out into the deeper water with her in tow.
Olivia squealed and followed Tanner’s lead; he released her hand when they were waist deep. They both dove into the water and surfaced together.
“Woooh!” Tanner shouted. “That’s brisk.”
“It’s freezing,” Olivia shouted through her chattering teeth.
“This lake doesn’t really get warm until the end of August. Does the trick for the sand though, doesn’t it?”
Olivia felt alive and refreshed. “It feels amazing.” She laughed through her chattering teeth.
“Sure does, now let’s get out!” He laughed.
Olivia shook her head yes and the two trudged into the shallower water.
