Page 5 of Rider Forbidden
“London, or just outside London. I just got here a few days ago, my parents live here, so they've been helping me.”
“I see, so no man?”
She shakes her head but looks at me dubiously. “No, no man.”
I smile at her. “Oh, I'm single too, in case you were wondering.”
She gives a little laugh. “I wasn't, but thanks for the info.”
Yeah right, she was totally wondering.
I watch her blow on her coffee before taking a sip . . . totally fucking hot.
She speaks. “What about you? I take it this is not your normal Saturday night?”
I shake my head. “No, definitely not. I went out last night and overindulged a little too much, even for me. Today has been hangover and recuperation only.”
She laughs. “I can't remember the last time I overindulged. Was it worth it?”
Hmmm “At the time I thought it was, but now I'm not so sure.”
She laughs, she has a nice laugh. “I can't thank you enough for getting me out of that situation. I don't know where my heads at, I think I'm just exhausted.”
I point at the coffee. “No problem, we’re quits now, no need to mention it again, and that coffee will wake you up.”
“Oh no, it’s decaf, I don't want to be up all night, early morning.”
“Why would you have to get up early in the morning, its Sunday?”
Just imagining her waking up, stretching in her little sexy short pyjamas, I mean I have no idea what she would wear to bed, but a man can dream. I arrange my trousers under the table to try and curb the boner that is trying to appear.
She looks flustered. “I'm just an early riser.”
She doesn't lie well. Wonder what she's hiding?
A message lights up her screen, she picks her phone up, reads it and sighs. “I'm sorry, I have to go, something has come up.” She stands to leave.
Disappointment floods me, an escape text for sure. You win some you lose some. Normally I have a better reaction from women.
This hurts my ego. “At least let me get you a takeaway cup.” I walk over to the guy who served her to get her a cup, pour her coffee into it and hand it to her. “Here you go.”
“Thank you, I'm sorry I have to leave so quickly.”
I wave my hand at her, dismissing her comment. “Ah it’s OK, I know a rescue text when I see one.”
“How do you mean?”
“You asked someone to message you to get you out of sitting here with me.”
Her eyes widen in shock. “No I didn't, why would you think that? I really do have to go, I would never be that mean!”
She looks like she's telling the truth. “OK OK, sorry, I just presumed that's what you were doing. Maybe I could have your number? We could maybe meet up again sometime?”
She shakes her head. “I'm sorry, that's not a good idea, I'm not in a position right now to do that. Thank you so much for tonight, you've been really sweet.”
Sweet? Sweet! I'm never fucking sweet, what the hell?
“Bye, Robyn.”
