Katie
Friday Evening
Igot so many looks at the store that day for dressing up for a date and showing up at noon to take care of some management tasks.
I understood it. How often did people go to fill up on gas or grab some beer, only to see a girl behind the counter dressed up in tight jeans and a black top that showed off some cleavage? It probably sounded like the start of a porno.
But at the risk of sounding crazy, I didn’t care, nor did I have much in the way of options. I wanted to look nice for Connor, even though I had a sneaking suspicion he wouldn’t dress up. I wouldn’t have time to leave the station, go home, change, and come back here. I kind of wish I’d asked him to meet somewhere else, but this was pretty well in the middle of the two of us.
Quite a first time we met story, though. Our first date was at a gas station.
At a minute until six, I started to feel really nervous. What if Connor did not show up at all? What if he had changed his mind and just wound up ghosting me entirely? He was an asshole, although he was kind of an…ethical one wasn’t the right word. Perhaps it was best said that he could talk like an asshole and fight like an asshole, but he didn’t always behave like an asshole.
But my fears were assuaged when I heard the sound of a motorcycle approaching. I looked over the glass of the store and saw someone riding up in a black jacket, and that was enough for me. I walked outside, crossed my arms, and smiled.
I had to fight to avoid dropping the smile when I saw how Connor was dressed—if that was even the appropriate verb.
Not only had he not put on anything nicer, he looked like he had put on the bare minimum to not burn himself on a bike and not get arrested. He had on tattered jeans, a white undershirt stained with sweat and dirt, and his Black Reapers MC jacket. He wore biker boots and sunglasses as well, but I was more shocked that he hadn’t even bothered to put on a button-down shirt.
He killed the bike, flipped his hair back, and nodded to me.
“You look like a hobo,” I said.
Connor snorted.
“I just came from the job,” he said. “You wanted to meet at this time.”
“Did you?”
“I’m here, aren’t I?” he said. “If you’re going to judge someone based on how they’re dressed, then I can save you a few hours of your time.”
He had a fair point. He had shown up. For how much effort I’d had to exert just to get him to agree, that was only fair. And I’d never found Connor hot for how he dressed. It was his eyes, his body, and his could-not-give-less-of-a-fuck attitude.
“Fair point,” I begrudgingly admitted. “Anyway, I was thinking that I could drive us downtown—”
“I’m not getting in a car with you,” he said. “It’s not you, and it’s not the car, but I’m not leaving my bike in areas that Bandits have frequently visited.”
Fuck. Again.
I hated this. And I hated that he had a fair point.
“But if we go to downtown Albuquerque, then I think my bike will be fine.”
“That’s what I was thinking,” I said. “I hope you’re fine with Reapers.”
Connor actually did something I did not expect this early in the date.
He smiled. He actually, genuinely, excitedly smiled.
“Well, you know how to pick a place for a guy like me,” he said. “Let’s go.”
He revved the bike to life but, mercifully, remained in place. A part of me wanted to get on that bike, but I didn’t like getting dirty—probably not a good thing for my interest in a guy like Connor—and I didn’t want to fall into the trap of being so turned on by the bike that I’d do whatever he wanted. I had the hots for Connor, but I didn’t have uncontrolled lust for him.
“All right, see you there,” I said, walking to my car and getting inside.
But boy, I had to say, on the ride down, as I saw Connor command his motorcycle, the thought of riding on the back of it seemed like an enormous opportunity I could not pass up. Sure, I wouldn’t do it tonight, and I’d need to be in something much more casual than this.
But the thought of the vibration between my legs, the tension, the building climb toward orgasm…all from Connor’sbike…which could easily turn into something else of Connor’s…
