Page 39 of Giving It to the Man-Whore

Chapter Eight

Prudence was so nervous. She had never been on a date before, so agreeing to one was crazy. Staring at the dress she wore, she tried not to throw up.

“You look beautiful,” Vanilla said.

She turned to see him standing in the doorway of her bedroom. “I didn’t agree to having the club dress me for the night. He’s not going to believe I’d wear this.” She ran her hands down the fabric. The dress felt amazing, and she could tell it was expensive.

“Just tell him a friend let you borrow it. Elena. You’re roughly the same size.”

Elena wasn’t exactly her friend. They had gone to the same school together, been in the same year, but that was about it. Elena had left town with her mom, and Prue didn’t know anything about the other woman. She was closer to Melissa, who visited the library. She lived and breathed in that place. Books were her entire world, and dating was the last thing she wanted to do.

Ricky had been surprised, or Big Ricky as everyone else called him.

Her hair was curled, and she even had on some makeup.

“Are you going to be following us?” she asked, glancing over at Vanilla, who was assessing her.

“Yes, I’m going to be the one to do so.”

She nodded. Clenching her hands together, she stepped toward the doorway, but Vanilla wouldn’t move. “I have to get past. When I go will you please lock the door behind you?”

“I will.”

He reached out as if to touch her, and she took a step back. Bikers made her nervous. Men in general made her nervous.

She’d agreed to date a man that according to the internet had murdered people. How could she be happy, or try to find something good about that?

“You’re afraid of me?” Vanilla asked.

“It’s nothing personal. I don’t like being around men.”

“Did something bad happen to you?”

She frowned, looking up at him. “No.”

“Then why do you not like being around men?”

“I just don’t get along with them. I like books, and men like attention, or so I’ve been told.”

“Have you ever gone on a date before?” he asked.

“I’ve never been asked.” She’d always been known as the plain girl at school. The only thing good about her was her hair.

A lot of guys had said it was a false feature as she got many heads to turn, but the face they looked at was horrible.

Until Ricky.

He was the first guy to keep on staring at her.

Her doorbell rang, and any chance of quitting was gone. Vanilla moved out of her way, and she made her way toward the door, and opened it. Ricky was dressed in a suit, and she smiled at him.

“Hey,” she said.

“Are you ready to go?” he asked.

“Yes.”

“First, every beautiful woman should have a bouquet of roses.” He presented her with a selection, and she gasped. “And I think you’re beautiful.”

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