Chapter Fifteen
Greer
Noon that Saturday was the first time I’d sat down all day. The place was packed, and ever since we’d hired a social media manager, people were coming from all over the state, not just from local areas. One lady said she’d driven four hours plus to get there. She bought over three hundred dollars’ worth of dog ice cream and only one tub for herself. Our special dry-ice packaging for out-of-town customers made this possible.
We took her pic and added it to Instagram and everywhere else.
I found a corner in the walk-in and sat on a stool, trying to hide and answer some text messages, mostly from Tenn, but a few from Jarmin.
The last one from Tenn was a sad face. He’d been working so much, and I had, too. I hadn’t seen him since the other morning when I left before the sun.
It had been too long.
I miss you, I texted back, hoping it would clear up that sad face.
I miss you. All of you. Every inch of you. Wrapped around every inch of me.
Well, that certainly cleared up my sadness. Fast.
When can I see you?
It took a few minutes for him to answer, and when he did, it was a picture of him, in his bed, with nothing on. I recognized the sheets. The camera shot ended right at the top of his groin.
Don’t tease me, I texted back, wanting nothing more than to hop up from that stool and join him in bed.
I’m not teasing. You can have this anytime you want. I’m off tomorrow. Are you?
I hung my head. Sunday was very busy for us, but we didn’t open until noon. It gave me the morning.
I quickly typed back. I am until noon. How about tonight and, this time, I don’t have to leave early.
“I need more Peanut Butter Bark and Caramel Swizzle,” one of the new employees said, and opened the freezer. My private time was officially over.
I waited until he was gone to look at my phone again. He’d given me some serious side-eye about being in there.
As soon as you get off work, come over. Bring Shrimp. I don’t want any interruptions tonight or you leaving my bed early.
I’ll be there, I texted one last time and got back to work, otherwise, there would be no end to my being nervous about said date tonight—or booty call—or whatever in the heck it was.
The day dragged on as my anticipation built. It was hard to keep my cock behaving enough for polite company, my mind constantly wandering to the picture of my sexy professor all naked and wanting any moment I had available.
By the time I could break free, the rain that had been threatening all day decided to break loose and come down harder than it had in eons. I hemmed and hawed, deciding to stay at work just long enough for it to slow down. Oddly, the place was still packed. Who’d have guessed that ice cream could be so popular that, try as she may, not even Mother Nature could manage to deter the crowds?
I helped out at the front counter, ringing up sales and beginning to fret over what we were going to do about our supply issue. We were simply selling more baked goods than the little bakery we were buying from could supply. I stuck it on the think-about-later list as the storm slowed.
Not that it was nice out. No, it was still coming down pretty forcefully, but I could see outside through the window, so I called it good enough and bolted to my car, failing miserably in the staying dry department.
The ride home took double the time it normally did, thanks to the water on the roads and the reduced visibility, and by the time I got there, all I could think about was poor Shrimp and how very much he was going to hate me for bringing him out to do his business. If work continued to thrive, I was going to invest in some kind of covered area he could use when the weather was bad.
A dash to the door, and my pocket rang. Not my pocket, but my phone in said pocket, and I answered it as I stood on the covered porch, fishing out my keys.
“Hello, sexy.” Tenn’s voice was music to my ears before I managed to speak my greeting.
“Hey. I was going to call you after I took Shrimp out. I just got home.” I got my key in the door and turned it as I told Tenn all about how the weather kept me late.
“I’m glad you’re safe. I was calling for reasons.”
Color me intrigued.
“Reasons?”
“Yes. I was thinking about what food we should eat this evening and wasn’t sure if you wanted me to order so it would be here when you got here, or if you had another idea.”
His thoughtfulness would’ve had me gushing had I not just stepped inside to be rained on.
“Fuck.” I jumped out of the way and looked up. Sure enough, water was coming from the ceiling. Not a lot, but it didn’t need to be a lot to signal major trouble. “It is raining inside the house.”
“Where are you? Your bedroom?” he asked, and I could hear the tinge of worry in his voice.
“No. I just walked in and haven’t made it that far.”
Shrimp came barreling in, sending me instant relief at seeing him safe.
“And you have a two-story home.” He voiced what I’d already been most concerned about. If water was coming through the second-floor ceiling, either it was a huge leak or a broken pipe, and since no pipes were on this side of the house, I had a pretty good idea which.
I bound up the stairs, giving Tenn a play-by-play as I did. The guest room sat directly above where the water had been dripping, so I headed there first. Sure enough, the entire floor was puddled and water kept pouring in.
“The wind must’ve torn off shingles or something because this is not a small leak.” I closed my eyes, willing myself not to freak the fuck out. “I gotta go. Call you when this is fixed, okay?” I hung up before he could reply, trying to figure out who to call first.
Shrimp being the persistent bugger he was demanded that I tend to him first, and by the time I came back in with him, there was someone knocking at the door. I swung it open to see Tenn and fell into his arms.