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“Oh no I’m sorry; I should have been paying attention.” He nodded his head and walked around me, not giving me a second look. I stood there and watched the muscles in his legs ripple as he walked away. There was something about him they drew me to him. He wasn’t dressed professional or anything; he wore a black jacket with a white shirt and blue jeans. I felt like that was the only look that suited him. He didn’t need a suit or a polo shirt, he was gorgeous the way that he was. I watched him for as long as I could before he rounded another corner, disappearing from my sight. I felt my phone vibrating in my pocket then. “Hello,” I said not bothering to look at my caller ID.
“What is taking you so long? I’m already in line.” My mother said almost screaming into the phone.
“I’m sorry; I’ll be there in a few seconds.” I said and hung up the phone. I hurried over to my mother and she was already placing her things on the counter to be rung up.
“About time,” my mother muttered.
“Sorry,” I said again sheepishly. What else could I possibly say? I was gawking at a hot hunk of a man, which is why I took so long? My mom would have freaked out! The cashier rung us up quickly and before long we were walking out of the door. As we walked to our van, a man pulled off on his motorcycle in front of us. My eyes went wide when I saw who it was. It was the guy I was drooling over! He stopped allowing us to pass in front of him before he started moving again. My grey eyes were locked onto his beautiful face. My mother grunted once he pulled out of the parking lot.
“You see that one? He doesn’t even care about his life riding on that motorcycle without a helmet. A guy like that wouldn’t care about your life either.” I heard my mother talking, but I didn’t hear the words that she was saying. For a brief moment my eyes was held by those deep black ones and I felt my heart beat faster. He was nothing like the guys that I saw riding on motorcycles. My mom and I live in a small town and the only people who used motorcycles were “up to no good” as my mother always said. The guy appeared to be a little mysterious, but I was sure he was nothing like my mother thought he was like. I had to see him again, but did I have the courage to go to where they met up at? I helped my mother load the car up with the groceries and I sat in my seat deep in thought.
* * * *
My mom was going on and on about today’s youth and how misguided we are. My mom was older than most parents my age. My mom had me when she was forty and since she was pushing sixty, she acted more like my grandmother than my mother. It was just me and her at home, my father died when I was four years old from a heart attack and my mother never remarried or had any other children. This is the reason why she wanted me to follow a certain path in life. She lost a lot of people in her almost sixty years on earth and she didn’t want to lose me too. After I helped my mother put the groceries up, I excused myself to go into my room. I shut the door and plopped down heavily onto my twin bed and thought about Mr. hot and dangerous again.
“I wonder if I’d be able to see him again?” I asked myself as I remembered the intensity of his eyes. I knew that I didn’t have the same effect on him, he was able to walk passed me without a second glance. I felt foolish for thinking this, but I absolutely needed to see him again today. When I got the need to do something, that need kept nagging me until I’ve actually gotten up to do it. I pulled my phone out of my purse and looked at the time. It was 4:38 and I normally saw people meet up at 5:30 with their motorcycles across the street from the liquor store ran by George. I had a book that needed to be dropped off at the library, it wasn’t due yet but the library was a short walk from the liquor store. My mom wouldn’t question me that much if I told her I was going to drop off a book.
“Mom,” I opened my bedroom door and called out to her.
“Stop yelling in the house, come out here if you have something to say to me.” I sighed and walked into the living room where my mother was situated.
“I forgot that I had to take a book back to the library. Can I go drop it off right quick?” My mother looked at me long and hard almost like she was questioning my sincerity.
“You shouldn’t forget things like this,” she said turning back towards the TV and changing the channel. “Hurry up and be careful.” I smiled and went back into my room and grabbed the book.
“Alright see you soon” I said and I was gone.
Chapter Two
It’s hot today; almost ninety degrees and I questioned myself if I was still a bit too overdressed. I wore a peach tank top with some blue jean capris with flip flops and I was still burning up.
“I should’ve put on some shorts instead.” I mumbled to myself. Maybe the man that had captured my interest was a fan of long legs? I might have been short, but I had legs for days. I walked down the streets of my lonely town and I had finally made it to the liquor where the motorcyclists frequented every day around this time. I looked over towards the group and noticed that the person that I came for wasn’t there yet. “I’ll walk around the store for a little while then,”
“How are you doing today, Leah?” George, the owner of the store said. Since this was a pretty small town, just about everybody knew each other. I flashed my grin at him.
“I’m good, but it’s hot today.” George laughed and nodded his head in agreement. I didn’t want George to become suspicious of me so I walked to where the chips was at and grabbed me a bag and then I grabbed me a pop. I walked around a little more trying to make it appear that I was still looking for something to buy and then I made my way to the counter. I wasn’t in the store long, but hopefully it was long enough for the man to be across the street.
“Tell your momma I said hi,” George said and I nodded my head and walked out of the door. I paused outside the door and looked across the street. I sighed when I saw that he wasn’t there. Maybe he’ll be here after I’ve dropped my book off; I thought to myself and began walking again. The library was ten minutes from the store and I thought that twenty minutes would be more than enough time for him to make it to there. At least, that was what I was hoping. The library was closed on Saturdays so I was happy that nobody would be around once I dropped my book off. The heat was really starting to get to me then and I needed to sit down for a moment. After I slid my book through the return box, I sat down on the steps and got my pop out of the bag. Even though I only bought it so that George wouldn’t look at me oddly, I was glad that I had done so. I drunk down the liquid and fanned myself as I did. One would think that I’d be used to our hot and dry weather, but I wasn’t and it was killing me. I was sweating like crazy and I was starting to feel a little light headed. Opening my bag of chips I began woofing them down like crazy. Why was I starting to feel this bad? The heat had never gotten to me the way that it was getting to me now.
“Man,” I said and fanned myself some more. I was starting to feel incredibly sick. I might have to cut my little adventure pretty short. I frowned when that thought came into my head. I really wanted to see the man again, but I didn’t want him to see me while I was feeling the way that I was feeling. I stood up on wobbly legs and immediately sat back down. I was in no condition to walk right now.
“Hey, are you okay?” I barely heard someone say as they killed the engine to their car. I looked up in a daze and my face turned bright red when I saw who it was. It was him! I jumped up completely forgetting about the dizzy state that I was in.
“Oh yes, I’m fine just a little hot.” I said a bit nervously. The man furrowed his brow in concern.
“You don’t look okay,” he said walking closer to me. “You look like you’re about to pass out.” I blushed when he was within arm’s reach of me then. He stuck his hand in his pants pocket and handed me a rag. “Take it, this is clean.” I took the rag out of his hand and smiled.
“Thank you” I said and just stared at the man. He was still wearing his jacket and I couldn’t understand that. It was too hot to be wearing a leather jacket.
“Um, are you going to use it?” he asked confused.
“Huh?” I said stupidly.
“There’s sweat running down your face. Don’t you want to wipe it off?” I blushed in humiliation once I processed what he had said. I wiped my face furiously with the towel.
“Sorry,” I said embarrassed. He gave me a small smile.
“Its fine,” he said and sat on the lower step. “Are you waiting for your ride or something?” he asked looking at my now dry face. I shook my head.
