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“Wait, I’ll take you to work.”
“What?”
“You need a ride to work. I’ll take you. I’ll pick you up afterwards. Do you like country music?”
“I think so. My mom used to listen to it,” I shrug.
“That’s it. I’m taking you to a concert tonight after work.”
“Really? You’re serious? I’ve never been to a concert.”
“One more first for you.” He grins, running a hand through his hair. “Go get ready for work.”
I rush through my shower, giddy with excitement. I’m going to do something new. I’m going to listen to live music. What do I wear? Oh, no. What if I look stupid and embarrass Outlaw?
I push all those thoughts aside as I get ready for work.
I love my job, talking to customers, ensuring that they have a pleasant experience. The host hired me with no training, but I picked it up quickly.
I owe all of this to Outlaw. With Enzo, I’d probably be dead by now or worse, still on my knees for him.
Outlaw comes and grabs me from work so I can change. I decide on a pair of skinny jeans, a gray Henley tank top, with a black leather crop jacket. I pull my hair free of my rubberband and spritz it with hair mist since I didn’t have time to shower, letting it fall freely. I put on a pair of black converse and my outfit is complete. I like it, not sure if Outlaw will or not.
He’s waiting for me in the main room of the clubhouse, decked out in his cut and biker boots. He donned a cowboy hat for this occasion. I have to admit he looks sexy. As I exit the staircase some of the men in the room turn to look at me, some wink. I’ve come to love all of them as brothers in some ways. That doesn’t mean they don’t try to lay on the charm. But none of them take it any further, something about Outlaw being pissed. I don’t understand that. I’ll have to get some clarification later.
"Where are you taking your old lady tonight?" Butch asks Outlaw with his eyes on me.
"Don't call her that and it's none of your business where we are going," he says it so violently that it makes me jump. I watch as he takes a deep breath. I still don’t understand what old lady means.
“Ready?” he asks. I nod and let him lead me to his bike. This will be my first time on a bike and I am overcome with giddiness.
I wrap my arms around him like he tells me to and laugh the whole way to the venue. I can see why the men love riding motorcycles, it’s freeing.
The venue is a bar is filled with people of all ages and types. Some are there dressed as cowboys, others are like me, just in jeans. Some women have on gowns with sparkles. I am loving every minute of it.
“This is all fascinating and joyful,” I exclaim as he orders us both a beer from the waitress.
“I thought you would enjoy a night out,” he says.
He looks away and I study him for a minute, his angular jaw, beard, bright blue eyes. He’s a perfect man. I know it’s a lost cause with him since he doesn’t see me as anything but a friend or something. But I would love to have him as my own. It makes me wonder if I will ever find someone to love me, to have a house with and babies.
The music starts and I find myself tapping along to the beat as I eat some really good nachos. I know I should worry about being in a crowd, but with Outlaw I always feel safe.
"Would you like to dance with me?" Outlaw asks.
"Thought you'd never ask." I know that’s what I say, but I really didn’t expect him to. I thought I would be sitting in the corner forever. He holds me as we sway to the slow song, surrounded by people, and yet I feel like we’re the only two people in the room.
The song ends and I go to sit back down when he pulls me toward him. My hand lands on his chest, his hard chest when I steady myself. He doesn’t let me go, we keep swaying back and forth, lost in each others eyes. Makes me believe in fairy tales and all that.
"Where did you think you were going?” he softly asks, looking at me.
"I was going to sit. To rest or something." I sound so stupid.
"You'll have plenty of time to rest when we go back to the club house. Right now, we’re enjoying this."
"Okay."
I rest my head on his chest, the ticking of his heartbeat almost ticks in time with the music. If only this weren’t just a night out.
