Page 2 of Rider Forbidden
The barmaid serves me the drinks on a tray, I give her my card to open a tab and make my way to the guys.
Denny stands up. “What the hell Jack? I can't get hammered tonight.”
“Why not? It's Friday.”
“Just because you’re not riding tomorrow doesn't mean I have nothing to do.”
“Stop being a fucking pussy and get the drink down you.” I nod to the other guys by way of hello. “I have to phone Harry, I’ll go outside. Be back in a minute.”
I go outside the pub, it's freezing. I hit dial on Harry, he picks up straight away.
“You're not gonna fucking believe this Jack.”
“What's up?”
“Greg, the owner of Star Enterprises?”
My heart sinks, that's our main sponsor. Without Star Enterprises, I have no race team. “Yeah, what about him?”
“His daughter is coming to shadow our team - I think that was how he put it. His daughter who’s lived somewhere else for fuck knows how long, has now decided to return home and daddy has given her a job. Our problem is that her job is to follow us around and report back to him.”
“Jesus Christ, you have got to be kidding me?”
“No, I'm so mad.”
“So some stuck up, rich, daddy's girl, is gonna be watching my every move? Fucking great. Why has he done this?”
Harry sighs. “I don't know . . . there have been rumours, that your heart isn't in it, that you play around too much.”
“Are you fucking kidding me?” No one is determined to win every competition as much as me.
“I know its not true son, I know you like to play - but you're serious when it counts - apparently they don't know that.”
I sigh. “When is this happening?”
“She starts Monday, I think they've sprung it on us at the last minute on purpose.”
Shit, this is all I need, now I'm seriously pissed off. “OK, I guess we'll just have to deal with it, won't we? There's nothing we can do. She’ll see how serious I am when she starts. It'll be like having a fucking spy in the camp - but at least we'll know who it is.”
He laughs. “Yeah I suppose. Anyway, have a good weekend kid.”
“Bye Harry.”
That has made me feel like getting smashed. Think I might give that girl a call that I met earlier today, sure she can make me forget my problems for an hour or two.
That's my plan then, get smashed with these guys then late-night call to wherever the hell she might be ‘with an I’.
I make my way back into the pub.
Chapter Two
Jack
I walk into the supermarket, thinking of the few things I need to tide me over, I fucking hate shopping. My housekeeper always does this shit for me, but she's away on holiday. She has left me meals in the freezer but I’m out of milk, bacon, and a couple of other things.
It's busy, I know it’s a Saturday night, but don't people have better things to do than shop? I inwardly groan when I think of last night - I barely remember what I did, orwhoI did. I know it was that girl from the track, what was her name again? She was very energetic, I remember that. It's a good job I have it ingrained into me now to be careful, made that mistake in my teens, one missed period later and a very scared teenager, I decided that it’s a condom from then on - no exception. Luckily, it was a false alarm, but Jesus it woke me up.
I head on down the bakery aisle and my eyes land on an exceptionally fine arse bent over, picking something up from the bottom shelf. Perfectly moulded in a pair of fitted jeans, hmmm . . . I could stand here and stare all day.
