my fingers still clutched in her hair as my mind raced. “Oh, ok. Then why are you here right now?” I breathed across her cheek.
“I’m sorry. I should have never let it get this far. You seem to always catch me off guard.”
“Off guard?”
She pushed me the remainder of the way away from her.
“I can’t think straight when I’m around you,” she said.
I stood from the bench. “I understand. I’ll see you tomorrow morning and we’ll start implementing the changes. Have a good night, Penny.” I clenched my fists, my knuckles turning white from the pressure.
She sat there with her mouth agape as I turned to walk away. I heard her faint goodbye as I neared Ocean Drive.
I pushed away any sexual desire toward Penny, as I slid into the leather seat of my Audi.
When I arrived home I grabbed my notebook and pen and tried again to write another list.
Reasons why you NEED to stop thinking about Penny
● She has a boyfriend
● She has a boyfriend
● She has a boyfriend
● She has a fucking boyfriend you fucking moron
With despair, I stared at the words written. I flipped the page, and with a new sheet I wrote out a new list.
Reasons why I CAN’T stop thinking about Penny
● She’s everything I’ve ever wanted
Fuck. I slammed my fist against the notebook and tossed it across the room.
***
The next day I sat down in my office of The Goat to start the first phases of Penny’s ideas.
First I needed a name for the project. I stared to the ceiling as my mind went blank. Grabbing my clipboard, I turned the page to a new sheet.
Plan of Attack
● Project Freckle’s Ideas
● Operation Freckle’s Brilliant Plans
● Penny may be smarter than me
● Freckle’s sexy ideas
● Operation she has a boyfriend.
I stopped for a moment as the thought of her boyfriend hit home. Fuck.
● Project who cares about her (ideas)
● Operation Penny’s bright ideas and stupid love life
● Operation this is fucking pointless
I give up. Her plan of attack would be just that. An attack I wasn’t expecting. One which took me by surprise, freckles and all. Operation Fix This Bar and Leave Me Alone. I shoved the clipboard away from me and blew out a defeated breath.
After my failed attempt at a list, I called the fan company to have the oscillating fans installed.
Next, when Seth and Henry arrived, we spent the whole morning rearranging the patio furniture.
Penny suggested the patio could use a makeover, and more tables could be added to accommodate more guests.
Funny thing, the extra tables and chairs were in the storage room. The previous owner took them out because he didn’t like the Feng Shui it created.
I, however, wanted to fill the seats, not harmonize with the universe.
A sign company to change the name was next on the list. After a quick phone call, the paperwork was taken care of to bring the Lopa to life.
Next, I went over a new menu with the head chef, Hector. We decided to serve sexy tapas as opposed to the fried, greasy garbage we slung out on a daily basis. As soon as I gave Hector the freedom to create whatever he wanted he came alive with enthusiasm.
His Spanish heritage had the small bites and appetizers appearing a lot more delicious than the previous menu.
The next day he made a few of the dishes and let the staff try the cuisine.
We dined on Ceviche, Ensaladas, and even Pulpo A Las Brasas.
Hector explained with a diverse menu of high-end tapas we would bring in a new class of guests, and this type of menu would showcase the Latin community of Miami.
The menu not only featured
“I’m sorry. I should have never let it get this far. You seem to always catch me off guard.”
“Off guard?”
She pushed me the remainder of the way away from her.
“I can’t think straight when I’m around you,” she said.
I stood from the bench. “I understand. I’ll see you tomorrow morning and we’ll start implementing the changes. Have a good night, Penny.” I clenched my fists, my knuckles turning white from the pressure.
She sat there with her mouth agape as I turned to walk away. I heard her faint goodbye as I neared Ocean Drive.
I pushed away any sexual desire toward Penny, as I slid into the leather seat of my Audi.
When I arrived home I grabbed my notebook and pen and tried again to write another list.
Reasons why you NEED to stop thinking about Penny
● She has a boyfriend
● She has a boyfriend
● She has a boyfriend
● She has a fucking boyfriend you fucking moron
With despair, I stared at the words written. I flipped the page, and with a new sheet I wrote out a new list.
Reasons why I CAN’T stop thinking about Penny
● She’s everything I’ve ever wanted
Fuck. I slammed my fist against the notebook and tossed it across the room.
***
The next day I sat down in my office of The Goat to start the first phases of Penny’s ideas.
First I needed a name for the project. I stared to the ceiling as my mind went blank. Grabbing my clipboard, I turned the page to a new sheet.
Plan of Attack
● Project Freckle’s Ideas
● Operation Freckle’s Brilliant Plans
● Penny may be smarter than me
● Freckle’s sexy ideas
● Operation she has a boyfriend.
I stopped for a moment as the thought of her boyfriend hit home. Fuck.
● Project who cares about her (ideas)
● Operation Penny’s bright ideas and stupid love life
● Operation this is fucking pointless
I give up. Her plan of attack would be just that. An attack I wasn’t expecting. One which took me by surprise, freckles and all. Operation Fix This Bar and Leave Me Alone. I shoved the clipboard away from me and blew out a defeated breath.
After my failed attempt at a list, I called the fan company to have the oscillating fans installed.
Next, when Seth and Henry arrived, we spent the whole morning rearranging the patio furniture.
Penny suggested the patio could use a makeover, and more tables could be added to accommodate more guests.
Funny thing, the extra tables and chairs were in the storage room. The previous owner took them out because he didn’t like the Feng Shui it created.
I, however, wanted to fill the seats, not harmonize with the universe.
A sign company to change the name was next on the list. After a quick phone call, the paperwork was taken care of to bring the Lopa to life.
Next, I went over a new menu with the head chef, Hector. We decided to serve sexy tapas as opposed to the fried, greasy garbage we slung out on a daily basis. As soon as I gave Hector the freedom to create whatever he wanted he came alive with enthusiasm.
His Spanish heritage had the small bites and appetizers appearing a lot more delicious than the previous menu.
The next day he made a few of the dishes and let the staff try the cuisine.
We dined on Ceviche, Ensaladas, and even Pulpo A Las Brasas.
Hector explained with a diverse menu of high-end tapas we would bring in a new class of guests, and this type of menu would showcase the Latin community of Miami.
The menu not only featured
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