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“Are you a collector?” Her eyes judged me. Apparently, if you had art on your body, you weren’t supposed to be well versed in anything beyond that.
“I am somewhat. I dabble.”
“Well, sorry I can’t help you. Although I’m well connected in this town, unfortunately, it doesn’t involve the whole town.”
“I remember she said she lived here all her life. Her father died in combat.”
“You seem to know an awful lot about this woman for just being interested in her artwork,” the woman said with a raised eyebrow.
“I’m sorry to have taken up your time,” I touched her arm lightly as I stepped away from her, and it seemed to erase any doubt she had on why I was asking about Naomi.
“If there’s anything else I can help you with,” she called out after me. “Just let me know,” her tone hinted at desperation.
I continued to walk away from her as if I didn’t hear her voice getting louder with the distance that grew between us and I quietly chuckled at her attempt.
I asked a few others in the area, but no one seemed to know anything about Naomi. Frustrated, I climbed back on my bike and rode into town.
Spotted a woman I knew from a few weeks ago, I grinned to myself. She was walking out of her apartment building looking as sexy as the day I met her. Her long hair was pulled into a ponytail. A purse dangled from a strap draped over her shoulder and her barely there dress was just as tight as the one I pulled off her the night I got her in bed.
I revved my engine as I passed her and waved when she looked in my direction. Turning my bike around, I pulled it up to the curb next to her and shut it off. She was smiling and sauntering over to my side.
“Well, well, well. If it isn’t the hot bad playboy himself.”
“Hello, Lindsey. You’re looking good.”
“Not as good as I was a month ago staring at the ceiling over your shoulder. Why haven’t you called?”
“I told you.”
“I know. I know. You’re not looking for anything serious. Just a good time. I got it. But you could try to cram a few good times in a week, couldn’t you?” Her fingernail slid underneath my chin and glided down my chest. “I’m down.”
“I’ll keep that in mind. Right now, I’m looking for someone. I thought you might have an in.”
“What kind of trouble are you in now?”
“No trouble. I’m actually looking to do some business with someone I met yesterday.”
“You want to do business with someone, and you didn’t even get his contact information? And I thought you were as smart as you were good looking.”
“I was meaning to catch up with her again before the night was through but didn’t get that chance.”
“Her,” she said, studying my face. “Who is she?”
“Her name is Naomi. She’s young, brunette, pretty. I guess she’s a teacher here in town. She paints and sells some of her pieces.”
Lindsey studied me as I gave her what I knew. “And you only want to buy some of her art?”
“Does it matter?”
“No. But,” she stepped closer and slid her hand over my crotch. “If she’s getting some of this then I might have a problem with it.”
“I’m just interested in her art,” I lied.
I didn’t need the hassle of having to justify why I wanted Naomi in my bed rather than Lindsey. I had a part to play in this town, and if I moved outside of the guidelines of bad boy biker, it was apparently a problem.
“Well, take me to dinner tonight, have me for dessert, and maybe I can help you find her,” Lindsey said with a wink.
“So, you don’t know her or know where I can find her?”
She shook her head, her eyes glued to mine.
“Okay. Thanks,” I started my bike and put my foot on the clutch.
“What about dinner?”
“I’ll let you know,” I pulled away from the curb and left her standing there with any thoughts I might have had about her.
I drove out of town back to my place, my mind was full of thought. What were my other options? Wait till Monday and comb the schools? That wasn’t weird. I was typically out of options and because I lacked the resources of people I knew in this town I didn’t know who I could turn to for help.
“Give it up, man,” Bones was still lounging in my living room on my expensive leather couch and drinking my beer. “Ya did her, it was good. Chalk it up to a good time, a great memory you can jack off to, and move on. Miss Goody-Goody isn’t right for you anyway.”
I ignored him. She was right for me. She was perfect, and I couldn’t just let her go.
