Taking His Virgin(9)

By: Lila Younger

Room 207 is definitely warmer, by several degrees. It didn’t have such a great view though. I can see why this is a problem. What’s the point of advertising a seaside B and B if the guests won’t be able to see the sea from their rooms? The view can help increase profits, but not if the guests are freezing to death. Already I’m starting to calculate what we’d need to do, how we could do it so that Bill and Sandra could keep the place open, and whether we’d be able to fit it all in their budget. I’ve never met a client who underestimated how much their budget can cover.

“Thanks for coming,” Bill says to me as he drops down my duffel. “You’re the only one I can trust to help us.”

“That’s what friends are for,” I reply, feeling a rush of guilt again for why I really came. I look away from Bill, pretending to take in the room. I would have visited my friend earlier than this, but it’s far easier to resist temptation when I don’t have it walking around in front of me. Not to mention a lot less painful. “I’ll see you in the morning.”


I don’t get a chance to talk or see James very much at all after he takes me home. He’s too busy with my parents on Sunday doing something or other, and I’m kept busy at the front desk with the guests. By the time I’m off, James and dad had gone out to the pub for drinks.

Maybe it’s for the best. I never know what to do around him. I just get all tongue tied from my crush that I end up looking foolish half the time. Like in the car. I wasn’t capable of coherent thought, much less a sentence. When he touched me with his hand, sending heat flying through my body. Honestly, I’m surprised that I didn’t ruin his seats I was so wet last night. But the way his eyes looked at me, asking for something...

There’s no way that could be true. I shake my head, trying to clear the memory of the way his thumb moved over my skin, back and forth, back and forth. Why did I have to be so attracted to him?

It’s not until Monday morning, when I come down for breakfast, that I see James at the counter pouring coffee. He looks good, as if he hasn’t aged a day. How is that possible? He’s wearing a half zip that does nothing to hide his muscular body, and a dark pair of jeans that hang from his hips perfectly. Even dressed down he looks sexy and powerful. Handsome face, great body- why did he have to be my dad’s best friend of all people? Why couldn’t I be attracted to someone my own age? Sometimes I can’t believe him and my dad are best friends. My dad looks, well, like a dad, with a beer gut and a receding hairline. James looks like a movie star. My hand immediately goes up to my hair, which is knotted in a lazy bun. I wish suddenly that put on something nice, instead of my old high school track shirt and sweatpants.

“Morning Ava,” my dad says in a tone that’s way too excited for a Monday morning.

“What’s going on?” I ask.

“We’re updating the B and B,” my dad says. “Top to bottom. James is going to be here for the next few weeks helping us make it happen.”

My heart skips a beat.

“You are?” I’m going to see James every day? I don’t know if I can handle that.

“Cool,” my little brother, Gary, says. “Does this mean I can help in the shop too?”

“Not until you’re fourteen,” dad says sternly.

“But I’m sure we have lots of painting you can help out with,” mom adds as she puts down a plate of pancakes in the middle of the table.

Gary sticks out his tongue, but everyone ignores him.

“We’re doing fine,” I say. It’s old, and a bit drafty, but it’s got character. “People come here because they like it the way it is, otherwise they’d stay at a Hilton or something.”

“Well they will once it gets built next year,” mom says. “I love Selkirk House as much as you do honey, but we don’t even have air conditioning in half the rooms. We’re going to have to do a lot more if we want to stay up to date, and I can’t think of anyone better than James to help us make that happen.”

I take two pancakes and pass it on to Dad.

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