Nineteen
TINY
The air is thick with the testosterone.
Our showroom is full of bikers.
The Pennsylvania chapter of The Chosen Riders. They've been longtime customers of the shop, and it's a tradition in their club to buy a new bike for members on their ten year anniversary.
Savannah is working the room like a pro. Making sure to smile and play up her best asset (her cleavage), while Stone stands on the other side of the room watching them like a hawk. His face shows zero emotion, but his body seems as if it's stiff as a board. Maybe he doesn't like bikers or maybe he doesn't like people in general.
The same woman who was in the store when I first arrived comes over to me at the counter while keeping a close eye on Stone. I thought she had left earlier but I guess she didn't. Funny how he seems to have the same effect on women of all ages. They can't keep their eyes off of him. At least it seems as if she can't.
"Hi, can I help you?"
"The sales guy over there. Is he new here?"
"Yes, why do you ask?" Already having an idea of why she's inquiring.
"Does he do repairs?
"Actually, I'm not sure."
"I have a bike at my house that I can't get started. There's no way I'm going to be able to get it here. My old man is on a cross country haul and won't be back for a couple of weeks."
"Oh. Well I can put in a request with the service team to give you a call tomorrow and set something up."
"Why don't we ask the new guy if he'd be up for it first."
This clearly isn't just about a repair.
"Um, I'll ask him," I say reluctantly. "Stone, can you come over here a minute please?"
Stone walks over with a very serious look on his face. Like he's got a million problems. He's not going to be able to sell diddly squat with that miserable facial expression of his. I'll have to talk to him about it later. Give him some tips. Not because I want to, but if he's going to be working here, then I can't have him sabotaging sales. The income from this shop is how my father pays the bills.
"What's up."
"Um, Mrs.–"
"MissMorris." She makes sure to correct me, although I'm pretty sure she already said that she has an "old man" at home.
"Sorry...MissMorris is interested in a repair for her bike. Do you do them?"
"Not here."
"But you could take a look at a bike somewhere else?" she asks with hungry eyes.
"Guess so. Where is it?"
"My house. Not too far."
I have to look away for a second. ThisMissMorris is so blatantly obvious with her agenda, that I'm embarrassed for her, even though there seems to be no shame in her game. And maybe I'm totally off base. I mean she is a good looking woman, and Stone did just get of prison. Maybe he would totally be into a meaningless romp with her. Maybe I'm giving him too much credit in thinking that he wouldn't be interested in someone as embarrassing as this.
"I can't get the bike here, so I need someone to come and take a look at it. It's probably the engine. The thing has been sputtering for a while now."
"Write down your information, and I'll set something up with you in the next couple of days. Probably over next weekend."
Horny Miss Morris smiles as if she's hit the jackpot.
