“Whoa.” We both pulled back abruptly when we realized exactly what was happening. All that was separating us from going any further was the thin leggings I had on and Nash’s athletic shorts. “Nash, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to get so carried away.”
“No, Della. It’s not your fault, its mine. That shouldn’t have happened.” His hands gripped my waist again but this time to set me back down gingerly onto the passenger seat. I instantly missed the feel of his body beneath mine. “And It won’t happen ever again,” he said, staring straight ahead out the front window.
“Okay,” I replied quietly, feeling rejected, even though I knew I shouldn’t feel that way. What we had done was wrong. Nash had a girlfriend and although I thought she was a royal B, did not mean it was all right for Nash and me to mess around behind her back.
I moved to open the door but Nash covered my hand quickly with his. “Della, I don’t want this to change things between us. I still want us to be friends even if we…have these feelings for each other. Do you think we can do that?”
I looked back at those big brown eyes that were pleading with me. I knew I should just tell him to forget it but I couldn’t. “Sure, Nash,” I answered weakly. “I’ll see you later.” He finally dropped his hand, and I made my way out of his truck. My mind was numb as I pulled my keys out of my purse and pushed open the door to my dorm.
“Hey, Della, have a nice time with -” Callie’s perky voice caught off abruptly as I kicked my heeled boots off and dropped down onto the couch. “Oh no, something happened between the two of you didn’t it?”
She sat down cross-legged next to me and gave me a concerned look. “I knew this was going to happen, I could just tell Nash had more than just friends feelings towards you. And you do too, right?” She reached over to tuck a piece of hair behind my ear that had escaped my high ponytail.
I quickly shook my head, not even wanting to think about it “You know what? It really doesn’t matter. Nash spelled it out pretty clearly tonight that we would only be friends, so I’m not going to waste my time dwelling on the what-ifs.” Callie opened her mouth like she was going to argue with me but quickly shut it, jumping up to clap her hands.
“All right then, well I hope you’re starving because Zoey practically ordered everything off the Chinese menu and should be on her way back by now. We are in need of some major pigging out.” I smiled at her enthusiasm and let her pull me up and into the kitchen. At least I had these two girls that seemed to always be there for me, even in the short time we had known each other, more than pretty much anyone in my life ever had.
Chapter 10
My enthusiasm for my new job was quickly dwindling when I showed up Thursday afternoon and saw the ‘uniform’ that was required. All Brian had told me when he hired me was to wear a pair of black shorts or a skirt, and he would give me my work shirt when I got there to train.
This could most definitely not be considered a shirt.
I pulled at the black halter top that basically ended right below my ribs, hoping it would somehow magically grow in length, but that unfortunately didn’t happen. Oh well, at least my stomach was flat and I still had most of my tan leftover for the summer. Tips should be rolling in my way.
I walked out of the employee only bathroom and heard a sharp whistle the second I turned into the kitchen. “Damn, I didn’t know we had a new waitress.” I sucked in a breath when that familiar cocky voice reached my ears and I looked up, meeting those gray eyes that I had been avoiding pretty well for the most part.
Judging by his tight fitting white t-shirt with the words Shorty’s scrawled across it, I was guessing that was going to be pretty hard. It was just my luck that I would get a job and he would work here.
I pursed my lips at him, considering what exactly to say to him. I really didn’t want to start off my first day on the job being known as the bitch, but I also knew if I was nice to him he would consider that flirting. Justin stepped an inch closer, smirking at me while reaching out to flick the dangling belly button ring I had on today.
“Brian, I thought I told you I was supposed to be interviewing all new potential employees,” he yelled out to the front. “Doesn’t matter anyway, I would have definitely hired you,” he whispered into my ear. “How could I resist seeing this almost every day?” He outlined my body with his hands and I pushed into his chest quickly. “Ugh, please tell me this is your last day of working here, because if it isn’t, I don’t know how I’m going to deal with this.”