Page 11 of Shade
“Right,” I say, nodding.
I watch her walk away, and I stand at the bar watching her. She immediately starts talking to the bikers and is flirting. The bikers like her, and soon she’s playing pool.
I set the empty beer bottle on the counter and look at the other girls.
“Darling, would you like another beer,” the Biker behind the bar asks.
I turn to look at him, and I see that his vest has a patch, Prospect.
“Yes, please,” I say, nodding.
Prospect nods and walks away to grab me a beer. He returns and places it on the bar countertop.
“Thanks,” I say, smiling.
I turn around, lean against the bar countertop, and take a drink of the beer. This place is so busy; it's totally interesting shit happening.
I don’t know whether to laugh, be scandalized, or run. I don’t want any of them. I’m going to enjoy people-watching.
I watch groups of girls and dudes enter the clubhouse. It’s so damn fascinating that all sorts of people come to the party. People who I bet don’t usually come here. It’s like they want a different kind of fun. The bikers ignore them unless the girl is super hot. I wonder if a biker will talk to me.
Then I see a group of four bikers entering the clubhouse. They’re young, sexy, hot men walking towards me, well, not me. They must want to get a drink at the bar.
Of course, I check them out, but one of them looks familiar.
Nah, I don’t know him.
Ah, maybe I do.
I keep looking at him; his jeans fit him perfectly, and yes, he’s wearing black biker boots. His hair falls over his forehead; it looks soft, and I want to run my fingers through it.
Oh, this is not good.
I can’t get involved with a biker.
But the light hits his head, and ohhh. I love his hair; it’s a strawberry blonde shade. He’s tall, yeah, with muscular arms that I love. He looks at me, and we lock eyes. He gets closer, andI see the amusement in his eyes. His full lips twitch, and his eyes are an incredible cobalt blue.
Oh my, he’s beautiful.
But why does he look so damn familiar?
The Biker comes straight to me, stopping in front, and placing his hands on the bar countertop, boxing me in.
“Roxy, you’re still fucking hot.”
I stare into his eyes; my heart skips a beat. My butterflies in my stomach turn into flutters deep inside. My panties get wet, and I squeeze my legs.
I blink, and I can’t believe it!
It’s my favorite man in the world.
“Beau,” I say, smiling.
I move my hand, resting it on his shoulder, gazing into his beautiful eyes.
“Where have you been? I’ve looked for you and waited every week for you to show up,” Beau says, wrapping his arms around me.
We would meet up after school and at parties. It was a blast, and I loved every moment.
