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him. His leather jacket couldn’t hide the fact that he was totally buff.
“Naww,” he said with a grin. “That body of yours doesn’t look like it’s been through childbirth, baby. Way too firm and way too slender. It does have a way of making a guy want to plant his seed, though, I give you that.”
Oh wow…
“So, how about it, Diamond?” he teased, re-tying his do-rag into place.
“How about what?” I tried to make my husky voice sound icy cold, but I wasn’t sure that I was pulling it off.
“You want to carry my baby?”
“Maybe later,” I answered dryly, continuing to walk towards the corner.
Slate was rolling his motorcycle along side of me in the street, next to the curb.
“Hop on,” he said. “I’ve got a helmet strapped on for special passengers.”
“Isn’t that for your biker bitch?” I asked, putting my hand on my hip.
“That position hasn’t been filled yet. Are you applying?”
“I’ll pass,” I replied. “One asshole in my life is quite enough.”
I heard him laugh genuinely. He had a nice laugh. It was sexy, like everything else about him. I looked over at him and noticed for the first time that he had a dimple when he smiled widely…just one more thing identified in his sexy-attribute inventory.
“Come on,” he urged, giving me a wink. “I can take you anywhere you want to go. You don’t need to take a bus with all of those perverted freaks riding around on them this time of night.”
I stopped and turned to face him.
“I think I’ll take my chances with the perverted freaks on the bus rather than the ones on motorcycles this evening, thank you very much, Mr. Slate.”
“It’s just Slate, baby,” he said with a chuckle. “I presume your name’s something other than ‘Diamond.’ What shall I call you?”
“Mrs. Diamond,” I answered as the bus pulled over to the curb and I stepped aboard. I heard Slate’s gorgeous laugh as the door to the bus closed behind me.
I took my seat and watched out the window as Slate revved his motorcycle back to life. He turned it around and headed back in the direction from which he’d come. I was thoughtful as I watched him disappear.
He didn’t seem like a typical biker, not that I had all that much knowledge or experience with them. Still there was something powerful about him, yet not frightening or repulsive. His grooming was different. He had the five o’clock shadow thing going, the longer unkempt hair, the pierced ear, yet there wasn’t anything disgusting about his build or grooming. His teeth looked well taken care of and incredibly white and straight; no tobacco stains or missing teeth.
There I had gone with my stereotypical thinking. I’m sure he had his own opinion of dancers. He probably thought I was a “clap-trap” or an easy piece-of-ass that had been done by many until my abusive husband took me in. He probably figured I waited on my hubby hand and foot and looked forward to his occasional attention, if nothing more than a slap across my cheek to let me know I was his possession. Yeah, I got it. We both had a lot to learn.
The ride to the Park and Ride went quickly. I entertained myself with thoughts of Slate. I thought of his beautiful blue eyes, his sensuous lips, and how they might feel on mine. I thought of his hands touching me. I actually was getting moist down there thinking about him!
What the hell is my problem?
I departed the bus, digging for my keys in my purse as I passed the attendant station. I gave my usual wave to the attendant as I passed. I hit the remote to unlock my car and opened the door, ready to climb inside and head for home. I was exhausted. Right before I closed the door of the car, I heard the sound of a loud motorcycle as it peeled out from the curb across the street from the Park and Ride.
Something about the sound of the bike’s engine caused me to shiver and wonder if it was him.
chapter 10
Thanksgiving Day was like any other day for me this year. I nuked
“Naww,” he said with a grin. “That body of yours doesn’t look like it’s been through childbirth, baby. Way too firm and way too slender. It does have a way of making a guy want to plant his seed, though, I give you that.”
Oh wow…
“So, how about it, Diamond?” he teased, re-tying his do-rag into place.
“How about what?” I tried to make my husky voice sound icy cold, but I wasn’t sure that I was pulling it off.
“You want to carry my baby?”
“Maybe later,” I answered dryly, continuing to walk towards the corner.
Slate was rolling his motorcycle along side of me in the street, next to the curb.
“Hop on,” he said. “I’ve got a helmet strapped on for special passengers.”
“Isn’t that for your biker bitch?” I asked, putting my hand on my hip.
“That position hasn’t been filled yet. Are you applying?”
“I’ll pass,” I replied. “One asshole in my life is quite enough.”
I heard him laugh genuinely. He had a nice laugh. It was sexy, like everything else about him. I looked over at him and noticed for the first time that he had a dimple when he smiled widely…just one more thing identified in his sexy-attribute inventory.
“Come on,” he urged, giving me a wink. “I can take you anywhere you want to go. You don’t need to take a bus with all of those perverted freaks riding around on them this time of night.”
I stopped and turned to face him.
“I think I’ll take my chances with the perverted freaks on the bus rather than the ones on motorcycles this evening, thank you very much, Mr. Slate.”
“It’s just Slate, baby,” he said with a chuckle. “I presume your name’s something other than ‘Diamond.’ What shall I call you?”
“Mrs. Diamond,” I answered as the bus pulled over to the curb and I stepped aboard. I heard Slate’s gorgeous laugh as the door to the bus closed behind me.
I took my seat and watched out the window as Slate revved his motorcycle back to life. He turned it around and headed back in the direction from which he’d come. I was thoughtful as I watched him disappear.
He didn’t seem like a typical biker, not that I had all that much knowledge or experience with them. Still there was something powerful about him, yet not frightening or repulsive. His grooming was different. He had the five o’clock shadow thing going, the longer unkempt hair, the pierced ear, yet there wasn’t anything disgusting about his build or grooming. His teeth looked well taken care of and incredibly white and straight; no tobacco stains or missing teeth.
There I had gone with my stereotypical thinking. I’m sure he had his own opinion of dancers. He probably thought I was a “clap-trap” or an easy piece-of-ass that had been done by many until my abusive husband took me in. He probably figured I waited on my hubby hand and foot and looked forward to his occasional attention, if nothing more than a slap across my cheek to let me know I was his possession. Yeah, I got it. We both had a lot to learn.
The ride to the Park and Ride went quickly. I entertained myself with thoughts of Slate. I thought of his beautiful blue eyes, his sensuous lips, and how they might feel on mine. I thought of his hands touching me. I actually was getting moist down there thinking about him!
What the hell is my problem?
I departed the bus, digging for my keys in my purse as I passed the attendant station. I gave my usual wave to the attendant as I passed. I hit the remote to unlock my car and opened the door, ready to climb inside and head for home. I was exhausted. Right before I closed the door of the car, I heard the sound of a loud motorcycle as it peeled out from the curb across the street from the Park and Ride.
Something about the sound of the bike’s engine caused me to shiver and wonder if it was him.
chapter 10
Thanksgiving Day was like any other day for me this year. I nuked
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