“Thank you! You’re full of hidden depths.”
“Goddamn, woman,” I said irritably. “I just picked a flower. Not everything is about pussy.”
And that was my first big mistake.
CHAPTER 9
Polly
Iwanted to melt over the motorcycle seat.
How were these the greatest orgasms of my life? Clearly Perry had just really sucked in bed. Poor, poor Bridget.
“That was fantastic,” I moaned.
Abraham grunted as he always did, but instead of just slapping my ass and ordering me back on the bike, I turned around to see him pinching his nose with a hand on the seat.
“What’s wrong?”
“Ah, just a little dizzy. It’ll go away. Just give me a minute.”
“When did you last eat?”
“Not sure. Had a cigarette an hour ago.”
“Acigarette? I asked when you last ate.”
“Had some black coffee at breakfast.”
I huffed.
“Abraham, you are stubborn as a mule. What is this? Low blood sugar? Are you diabetic?”
“Ahh, doc did say I might be pre-diabetic or some shit like that a few years ago. It doesn’t matter.”
I fished around in my backpack and handed him some dark chocolate.
“Here. Eat this. You’ll feel better.”
His rough fingers brushed mine as he tossed two squares into his mouth, and I stood with my arms crossed, watching.
“What are you looking at me like that for? Afraid I’ll drop dead on the ground?”
“You know, there’s a few simple changes you can make that won’t put you in a risk of a diabetic coma.”
When he said nothing, I shrugged.
“Fine, be in a diabetic coma. As the vested member with the most seniority, Fizz will probably get your bike, you know.”
Abraham grunted. “All right, woman. What kind of changes?”
“Just like more fiber and vegetables and complex carbs and stuff like that.”
“What the hell is a complex carb?”
“You know, like a sweet potato! I have a great sweet potato nacho recipe.”
He only grunted, but I was used to his grunts.
