Page 151 of Biker's Virgin


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Brent made a face and then shrugged to indicate that it was more like a grudging acceptance rather than an outright blessing, but I would take it. The more pressing problem at the moment was where Megan was. It would be ironic for Brent to be okay with Megan and I dating, only for Megan to decide that she never wanted to see me again.

“Thanks,” I said. “So, you have no idea where Megan is, then?”

“You were the one at the movies with her,” Brent pointed out.

“We had a little…misunderstanding,” I said evasively. “And she ran out on me.”

“What did you do?” Brent asked, raising one eyebrow at me.

“Nothing. I just ran into an old girlfriend and Megan… I guess she got upset.”

“Huh,” Brent said. “Never pegged Megan for the jealous type.”

He sat down on his couch and put his feet up. “You can wait here for her if you want,” he said, chomping on more chips.

“I think I will,” I decided, sitting down next to Brent.

I figured if she had decided to walk home, she’d still need a little more time getting here. I groaned in frustration.

“So, who was it?” he asked.

“What?”

“Who was the ex-girlfriend you bumped into?”

“Oh… Anna,” I replied.

“Fuck, I remember her,” Brent nodded. “She was hot—definitely a nine. Maybe even a nine-point-five now that I think about it.”

I rolled my eyes. “Do you still do that?”

“Do what?”

“Rate women based on appearance?”

“Sure.” Brent nodded. “Every man does.”

“I don’t.”

“That’s because you’re a fucking boy scout who always does the right thing,” Brent said. “I’m sure Saint Phil would never objectify a woman.”

“Oh, trust me, I used to,” I said.

“What changed?”

“I suppose I just grew up.”

“Sad.”

I shook my head at him. “At some point, you might have to grow up, too, whether you like it or not.”

“Wanna watch some porn?” Brent asked.

“No,” I said decidedly.

“Want a beer?”

“Now that I won’t say no to.” I nodded, hoping it would take the edge off and make me feel a little better.

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