Page 12 of Rider Forbidden
“Hey, oh my God you look gorgeous!” she says leaning over and kissing me on the cheek.
I smile at her “Thanks, so do you.”
Sophie is pretty anyway, she can turn heads no problem - but tonight dressed up with makeup on she looks something else. She looks so sexy.
She turns to her friends. “Everyone this is Robyn. Robyn this is everyone.”
I laugh, she’s going to have to give me actual names.
They all start to introduce themselves, there are three other girls and they seem nice and friendly. They introduce themselves as Evie, Grace and Carrie.
A bucket sits on their table with a bottle of Prosecco in it - a spare glass sits beside it. “We got one of these to start us off, do you like Prosecco?”
I nod “Oh yeah I do, thanks, who do I owe?”
She waves her hand, “Just get me a drink back later if you like.”
I nod and take the glass of Prosecco she’s just poured and take a sip, letting the bubbles work their magic.
I look around the bar, it's busy, there’s only this pub and one more in the village that I know of, so I guess everyone makes here on a weekend. As I scan around my eyes land on an unfriendly pair of eyes looking back at me. You have got to be kidding me. The last person I want to see is Jack Cutler. My drink goes down the wrong way as I make eye contact with him and I cough and splutter.Classy, Robyn. I see him smirk and turn away. Arsehole. I hate that he judged me before he even got to know me, at least I’ve gotten to know him and decided he’s an arsehole.
I turn to Sophie. “Jack is here.”
She looks over and waves. “Yeah it's his local, this place, he’s usually here.”
I'd forgotten what living in a small village was like. It's hard to get away from someone.
“Oh, he’s coming over.”
I hadn't filled her in on the conversation I’d overheard on my first day, she didn't know there was any animosity between us, so it’s not her fault, and they are friends.
I hear one of the girls say, “Hey Jack.”
He glances over to them as he reaches us. “Hey girls.” He doesn't address one in particular.
I can't help but notice how hot he looks. He’s wearing black jeans and a dark blue fitted shirt - he oozes confidence and swagger. This guy’s ego is the size of the pub. A hot motorcycle racer in a village like this? Jesus, I bet women just offer themselves up to him all the time.
He turns back to Sophie and me. “So, you brought out the new girl.” He says to Sophie.
“Yeah, I did, Robyn's one of us now, aren't you?”
I smile at her, thank god for her. “Thanks Sophie.”
I address him even though I don't want to. “Yeah, she’s been so welcoming since I got here, I don't know many people around here, so she’s been a lifesaver.” I give her a big smile and I hear Jack take a sharp breath in, I look over at him and catch him watching me strangely.
He takes a swig of his bottle of beer but doesn't take his eyes off me. “It's real nice of you to mix with the poor people. Is it some sort of outreach programme?”
Sophie gasps “Jack, don't be an arse, why would you say that?”
“Oh, he has a problem with my existence honey, don't worry about it - I can handle it.”
“Come on Sophie, she’s only here to spy on us so she can report back to Daddy.”
I narrow my eyes at him. “I'm here because Sophie asked me to be and she doesn’t think I have an ulterior motive, she’s just aware I have no friends here and is doing a nice thing. Why am I not surprised that you think that about me?”
“Come on, why else would you want to hang out here?” he snorts
Sophie is just watching our exchange; she looks like she’s at a tennis match her head bobbing one way then the other.
