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Time flies even more when you’re on a motorcycle! Before I know it, we’re at the town limits and heading in.
I down-change and slow my pace. When I do, Dom raises his visor and says, “That was fantastic! You’re a natural. You want to head back?”
“Are you in a hurry?”
“Not particularly.”
“Let’s stop at the diner for a coffee.”
“Sure.”
I drop my visor again and ride on. I haven’t been to the diner in weeks. We’ve been out riding, sure, but after that whole Denise episode, I haven’t wanted to go back.
Today I’ve got Dom with me…and I’m feeling a combination of naughty, brave and horny.
After riding for so long, I navigate the stop and turns like a pro feeling super excited that I can now ride a motorcycle! This is awesome!
I get to the diner and drop my kickstand like a boss! We climb off and leave our helmets. Dom says, “Well done. I was thinking you might need five or six rounds of this, but it seems to me like you’ve got this nailed!”
“Thanks! It’s probably because I’ve been riding with you guys for so long. Taking the reins was just the next step.”
He nods, “Come on,” and leads us to the door.
On the walk over, I scan the inside through the window for Denise and spot her. I hope Dom is willing to play along. I pull him back, “Hey.”
“Yeah?”
“There’s a waitress in there who’s been giving me shit. I want to do something. Can you play along with me?”
Dom frowns, “Like what?”
“Nothing that’s going to kill anyone! Relax!”
I grab Dom’s hand and push through the door.
When we’re inside, Denise spots us and she waves with a smile. “Damnit. She’s ruinedeverything!”
“What?” Dom looks at me in confusion.
“I thought she was going to be mean to me, but she’s not.” Well, it’s probably a good thing, because my next move after eye contact was going to be sucking face with Dom, but that could’ve gone either way. If he’d pushed me off him, I’d just end up looking like a dork.
“Why would she be mean to you?”
“Long story, never mind. It looks like Nick took care of it.” I pull Dom along to our usual table—It seems like we always end up with the same one—and we sit.
Denise comes over, wearing the same big smile, “Hi, Lara. Hey, Dom. What can I get you guys?”
“Hi, Denise,” I say. “Two coffees, black. Thanks.”
“Sure, coming right up.”
When Denise is gone, Dom asks, “We’ve got some time, do you want to tell me the long story?”
“Sure you want to know?”
“I wouldn’t have asked otherwise.”
I’m not sure if I should tell, but since I’m a prospect and Dom’s the boss, I suppose I have no choice. “Well, I don’t know if you’ve noticed, but I’ve been using this time to explore my sexuality quite a bit.”
