“Look, with all due respect…” Why is it when someone says that it’s never really intended to be respectful? “That suit definitely hides your body… and what a fucking body.”
His forwardness, I can appreciate.
“How are you single?” He asks me.
“Never said I was.” I smirk at him before I walk around the car, opening the door.
He’s standing between the door and the car as I try to close it.
“Let me take you out.” He says, smirking down at me.
“Give me one good reason I should.”
“Because we all need to eat.” He laughs, looking away from the car for a moment, motioning to who I can only guess is his partner that he’ll be a minute. “Come on.” He smiles down at me. There’s something about him that sets me on edge, and I can’t explain it. “Okay look, I’ll be at Northend Pub at 8. Meet me there if you want.” He turns then and makes his way back to the car.
Shutting the door, I glance in the rear-view mirror and shake my head. “There’s no fucking way we’re going there.”
Coming to a stop at the red light, I gasp as I see the bike sitting in front of me. The kutte tells me that the chances of this being with him aren’t that odd. Slowly, I creep forward, trying to get a look at whoever is riding on the bike without being too obvious about it. But I don’t need to move much closer to know it isn’t.
I let out a sigh of relief when I see that it isn’t Zane.
Only the relief is short-lived because as soon as we go, the bike slows down and lets the 5 other bikes in front of him at the intersection. This time I don’t need to ride up further to see who it is, as his helmets off because the girl on the back is wearing it.
My foot presses more onto the accelerator, pushing myself forward, needing to see who it is.
I feel like an idiot as the red hair whips around Drew’s body underneath the helmet and I groan to myself before jerking the wheel to the left and turning off, taking another direction home.
“Why even be jealous?” I look at myself in the mirror, seeing just how much of an insane person I look. “Even if it wasn’t his sister, he had his chance to ask you to stay. He doesn’t want that.” I lean against the steering wheel of the beater car that I use for work before I sit back again. “Fuck it.”
Rolling my eyes, I get out of the car, walking into the house and get ready. Should I be meeting Darren out? No, there’s something about him, but I just can’t explain it. He seemed nice enough earlier.
I mean, hell, maybe I can get over the 1%er by getting under his rival. Not that they are specifically rivals, but…
I pull up to the pub shortly after 8, don’t show up on time, see if he actually waits for me to get there. There’s still this nagging feeling in the back of my head about this guy, but I need to rid Zane from my brain. I feel pathetic for even thinking that.
I see him when I walk into the bar, but he’s not paying much attention to his surroundings except for the conversation he’s having with the bartender.
This whole thing seems so… typical, boring, but I know the real problem. If that there’s not a gun barrel in my face, or a knife in my pussy, it’s all just boring.
Slowly approaching him, the bartender sees me, but she doesn’t stop their conversation at all. When I sit my purse on the counter and slide up next to him, he turns quickly.
“You came.” He smirks at me.
“Well, you know, it’s kind of hard to turn down free food.”
He just smiles at me as he nods to the bartender. I’m assuming, trying to tell her he wants to order something.
It’s kind of nice to have someone drop something that they were previously doing for you.
I can’t help but shake my head at myself in the mirror, knowing that I’m trying my best to make myself believe Zane hasn’t done those things.
Dropping things has never been his problem, it’s the maintaining things.
We eat dinner and make small talk. I fucking hate small talk.
“So Tate, why is it that someone like you doesn’t have a boyfriend?” He says to me over the bite of his food.
“Well, I’ve been told that I have terrible taste in men.”
