Conceited Concierge: A Hero Club Novel by Renea Porter (little readers txt) 📕

coffee. “I just realized I don’t know how you like your coffee.  You always brought me the coffee.”

“I take it the same way you do.”

“Great.”

We sat at a little breakfast nook and ate while also enjoying the ocean front view. “Aubrey and her family have a great place here. I bet their kids love the beach.”

“Yeah, they are definitely beach babies.”

“Lucky.”

“Let me clean up since you made breakfast,” I insisted.

“We can do it together.”

“What should we do today?” I asked.

“It looks like it’s going to be sunny all day. We could spend it here on the beach if you want.”

“Yes. But I need a bathing suit.”

“Then we shall go get you a bathing suit. But one I approve of.”

I laughed, placing a hand on my hip. “Oh, is that so.”

“Yes.”

It wasn’t like I was never in a pool and had bathing suits. But after moving around, I never packed all my things. Even though if I did pack them, I could have enjoyed a lot of hotel pool time. But I never took time to go shopping for a new one.

After breakfast, we took turns showering to get ready for the day. It took me longer since I wasn’t sure how to wear my hair, or if I should wear makeup. After a good twenty minutes, I decided to put my hair up in a bun and put on minimal makeup. Fixed my eyebrows, put on waterproof mascara, and covered my lips with gloss.

“Ready?” I asked, entering the living room where Levi was waiting for me.

“Yep. You look beautiful.”

“Thank you.”

Chapter Twelve

 

 

LEVI

 

“I’m not coming out in this bathing suit. It makes me look fat,” Rylee said through the dressing room door.

“I highly doubt that. You couldn’t even look fat in a paper sack.”

“Bull shit.”

I laughed. She was adamant about not showing me the bathing suit. The first two suits she didn’t like the way they looked, and she refused to show me the third one. Walking over to the suits, I scanned the rack and found one that was a tankini, but the bottoms were a little skimpy. I grabbed it and headed back to the fitting room, handing it over the door. “Try this one.”

“If this one doesn’t work out, then I quit.”

I could tell she was frustrated.

Then silence.

I heard her say “Hmmm.”

“Well?”

“I’m coming out.”

I was floored at how sexy she looked. “That’s the one.”

It showed the perfect amount of cleavage without showing too much.

“Spin around,” I motioned with my finger. “Your ass looks amazing.”

“Levi!”

“What? Flaunt it.” She twisted her body to look in the mirror.

She seemed satisfied with the swimsuit. “Better get it or I’ll buy it myself.”

“Let me get changed.”

“Yeah you better, before I sneak in there.” I smirked.

Now how was I supposed to be good for the rest of the day? I had to try to clear my mind to refrain from displaying a hard-on. It’s gonna be hard, pun intended.

She emerged from the dressing room, fully clothed, and purchased the swimsuit and a white cover-up.

“You’re gonna have to wear that cover up at all times,” I said while we walked out the door.

“Why?”

“Because I don’t want anyone else checking you out.”

She playfully punched me in my arm. “I’m with you, aren’t I?”

“You are. And I’m not letting you out of my sight.”

“I still can’t figure it out. Why me? You can have anyone.”

“Don’t you get it. Why not you? I’ve already explained it to you. Do you want me to boost your ego?”

“No. You’re just…”

“What?”

“Gorgeous. Young…”

I smiled wide. “You think I’m gorgeous?”

She bumped my shoulder with hers. “Conceited. I meant conceited.”

Taking her shopping bag from her, I put an arm around her shoulder and pulled her close to me while we walked back to the car.

***

We sat on the beach almost all day. Rylee was even a little burnt from the sun, even though we made sure to wear sunscreen and reapplied it when we came out of the water.

I refrained from kissing her again because I didn’t want to rush her into anything. But I definitely wanted to feel her lips on mine again. The woman made me crazy.

I couldn’t figure out how to make her see she was worth taking a chance on and all the reasons I wanted to be with her. The only thing that I could think, was that her ex did quite a number on her. Her confidence was down and she deserved to feel as beautiful as she was.

“Question,” I said to her while she cooked dinner and I leaned on the counter, keeping her company.

“Shoot.”

“Did your ex treat you good? Like you deserve to be treated.”

She shrugged. “I don’t know. We didn’t fight a lot if that’s what you’re asking. I didn’t think we had any problems. But now that I look back on the relationship, she was kind of emotionally abusive. She would question what I wearing and say I looked fat in whatever I had on. I think she liked to feel better about herself. She used to say no one would love me like she did. Does it bother you that I was with a woman before?”

I reared my head back. “No. I like that you don’t see gender or color. You see the person. But I’m surprised you stayed with her as long as you did.”

“I am, too. Like you said, I choose to see the good in people. I haven’t been in many relationships. I know I deserved better.”

I moved closer to her so she could meet my gaze “You do.”

“It might be why I’m not too heartbroken over it. I’m pissed at