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“You truly are a goddess.” Pike says. I blush, unable to help the smile that escapes thanks to their compliments.
“Stop. You are just saying that because I made it and you wouldn’t tell the chef to their face that their specialty dish actually tastes like shit.” I attempt to brush them off, but they aren’t having an ounce of it.
“No seriously Scar,” Nicky says, stepping closer to the counter before he reaches out and grabs my hand in his, “That is the best coffee I have ever had. No word of a lie. Coffee back home is way too sweet. It's full of that fluffy sprinkle shit.”
“Hey, don’t knock Frappuccinos.” I frown.
He just smiles at me. “Coffee back home tastes nothing like this.”
“Well thank you.” I say coyly. I turn the attention back onto the guys. “What are you guys up to today?”
They all look at each other, as if plans haven’t been organised as of yet.
“Ahh, we might go hang out on the beach for most of the day, I guess.” Pike says, scratching his head and looking at the guys for confirmation. They all nod.
“Ugh, I’m jealous.” I groan. While my job isn’t terrible, I would much rather be down at the beach.
“What time do you get off work?” Dawson asks.
I look at the clock and notice it's only 10 o’clock. Opening shifts like the one I am currently on are from 5 am to 1pm. It's honestly not too bad of a gig but the early mornings are a fucking killer.
“I get off at 1.” I say turning back towards the guys and blink. Their coffees are now drained and sitting stacked on the counter. I chuckle, grabbing the empty cups and throwing them in the bin. It sure helps my ego knowing just how much they enjoyed them. Really, they should be telling my boss. Might encourage him to give me a pay rise.
“Well, why don’t we meet you back here when you finish, and we can head down to the beach.” Dacre offers.
“That sounds like heaven. I will see you guys this arvo then.” I grin, already looking forward to heading down to the beach with them and just hanging out like we did yesterday.
Nicky gives me a funny look. “Arvo?”
I giggle. “Afternoon. Much easier. Straight to the punch line you know.”
Nicky contemplates it, practising the word a couple of times. He eventually nods, accepting that while a lot of Aussie slang might not make sense, we sure do make it quicker to get our point across. “Makes sense.”
“Fuck.” I grimace, “I don’t have any togs. I’ll have to duck home to grab some before we head down.”
Another blank look. I frown, replaying in my head what I just said. This is way too much entertainment watching the guys getting confused with what I’m saying. Worst part is, because these words are so common in my vocabulary, it's easy to let them slip. I don’t even notice it until I catch their reactions and questioning gazes.
“Bikinis.” I confirm with a smile. The guys straighten up, as if the word bikinis has some kind of significance to it. Either that or it's the thought of me in a bikini.
Pike shakes his head. “Don’t worry about that. We will grab you a bikini to change into, so you don’t have to rush home.”
“Are you sure? It's not too far for me to quickly rush home once I’m done.”
“Ah, fuck yes. The opportunity to pick out a bikini for you to wear, that’s like every man’s wet dream.” Sonny nods his head, I can see the excitement in his eyes.
I roll my eyes, but I can’t help but giggle. Of course, Sonny would jump at the opportunity to pick out a bikini for me to wear. Knowing what I do of him, there will be as much skin as possible shown. I know I’m falling into a dangerous trap, but I can’t help but nod in silent defeat.
“Fine. But remember I’m actually going to have to wear it. In public.” I warn him with my eyes. He puts his arms up in mock surrender. “I will be a good boy. I promise.” He feigns innocence but I can still see the mischief in his eyes. He is way too obvious and predictable.
I just laugh, knowing I’ve already dug my hole.
We say our goodbyes. As the guys make their way out of the café, I notice the looks they receive from the locals. Some of the younger ladies' eyes are bugging out of their heads. They quickly shuffle their boobs up, as if increased cleavage will get them noticed. Some of the older ladies clutch their purses to them, as if the guys are big scary thugs who are going to mug them in a crowded café. Fucking typical. Some people just can’t help but have a preconceived judgement of big guys with tattoos and piercings. They instantly suspect they are a part of a gang and are going to rob them. Really, they wouldn’t be too far off the mark considering the guys are actually a part of a club back in America, but the thought of them hurting anyone innocent just seems below them.
Chapter Eleven
Scarlett
The rest of my shift went by without a hitch. I always love working with Hannah. She always makes the day go by much quicker than it does with some of the other girls.
