Page 4 of Rider Forbidden
“Likewise . . . so Jack, please let me pay you back for the shopping, that was getting embarrassing and you really helped me out. Can I have your phone number?”
“You want my number?”
She flushes with embarrassment. “I . . . I mean so that I can transfer you the money, do you have it set up on Paypal that I can pay you with your phone number?”
I laugh. “Oh right, for a minute there I just thought you found me irresistible.”
Her eyes widen, I've embarrassed her again, I like that. Does that make me sadistic? I like getting a reaction out of her, it's amusing.
“No . . . sorry.”
I think for a second or two. “I'll tell you what, there's a Costa across the road there, how about you buy me a coffee and we call it even?”
She frowns “Why would I do that? I can just transfer you the cash.”
“Maybe I’d like to have a coffee and a chat with you, more than I’d like to get paid for the shopping?”
She looks hesitant, she checks her phone. “I . . . I don't have a lot of time.”
“Come on . . . ten minutes, I'm bored. Its Saturday night, everyone is busy and I've just been shopping for crying out loud. Come on. . . brighten up my Saturday night - more than you already have? Please?”
She is fighting a battle, it's written all over her face and her body language. Which decision will win out?
“OK, I have ten minutes.” She looks at me from under her lashes. I can't make up my mind whether she has no idea how hot she is or she’s just a pro at playing the innocent girl thing. I hope its the first one. I'm bored with women who play games.
I give her another grin. “Great, come on. Let me take your bag.”
She shakes her head. “No, it's fine thank you, I've got it, it's not heavy.”
I let her win that battle and nod towards Costa. My Saturday night might be picking up after all!
We cross the road in silence and enter the coffee shop. It's busy for a Saturday night - who knew? I spot an empty table in the corner, glad I've got my baseball cap on, it's not like I'm a movie star or anything but sometimes I get recognised, but for some reason, I don't want to be recognised tonight, I just want to talk to this girl.
I motion towards the table and we go and take a seat. “What’s your poison?”
She frowns at me. “I'm getting these, remember?”
I sigh, “Fine, I’ll have a double shot Americano with cream please.”
She nods and heads off to the counter, I sit down and watch her interact with the guy behind the counter. He's a lot younger than her but definitely giving her more than friendly assistant banter, can't say I blame him. I've got a feeling that must happen to her quite a lot, she’s being friendly back, maybe she doesn't realise he's flirting? No woman wouldn't know that, surely.
After a couple of minutes, she comes back with the coffees and sits down. I need sugar so I stand up. “Sugar?”
She shakes her head. “No thanks.” She waves her phone at me. “I just have to send a quick text to someone.”
I nod and go and get the sugar, wondering who she has to text. It was stupid of me to think she wouldn't have a boyfriend. Shit.
I get back and start pouring my many sugars in my coffee. She’s put her phone down but leaves it on the table. Her eyes widen when she sees how many sugars I'm putting in. “Wow, you have a lot of sugar.”
I wink at her. “Keeps me sweet.”
She rolls her eyes at me, ah a bit of sass - I like it.
“So, Robyn, what brings you here on this exciting Saturday night?”
She fiddles with the napkin on the table, “I was busy all day and needed a few supplies. I've just moved here; I had a lot of unpacking to do.”
“I thought I hadn't seen you before, where did you move from?”
