“I’m not the sexy underwear kind of person. I hate thongs.” She knows this.
“Knock that shit off, Pru. You’re sexy as fuck, girl. You need to know that. Feel it. New undies will do that for you. You don’t have to wear a thong to be sexy.”
I know for a fact that new underwear isn’t going to cure me of my self-esteem issues.
“Nate, the hot biker dude, wants in those panties. That tells me I’m right and you’re wrong.”
This is true, but it begs the question. Why on earth does Nate Visch want in my pants? Now don’t take that the wrong way. I’m a realist. I know what I look like. I also know I’ve got work to do in the self-esteem department thanks to my inability to shut out the years of Travis’ negative comments about my body. “Whatever. Let’s move on to something more important.”
“Like?”
“What’s for lunch?” I’m starving.
ChapterEight
Nate
First of all,I don’t know why the fuck I asked her out. That was never something I was going to do. My plan was to run into her somewhere like Kelly’s bar and take her home and fuck her.
What happened to that plan? She sauntered into my place of business wearing that girly shit. When that happened, every idea I had rolling around in my head was replaced with other things like wondering what kind of underwear she had on beneath her dress. Hell, maybe she wasn’t wearing any.
Fuck.
I’ve got to get my goddamn dick under control. I feel like a teenager where the second a pretty girl walked into class my dick perked up. It’s the same now, only I’m not a teenager anymore. I’m a grown-ass man.
“I’ve got a meet and greet with the blonde.”
Brett’s at my office door again.
“What the hell is a meet and greet?”
“It’s when we meet up at my place and she’s greeted with my dick.”
Holy fuck. I can’t help it. I burst out laughing. “Jesus, man.”
“What about you? You nail down the brunette with the tits yet?”
Amusement over, I point at my best friend. “Youdo not look at her tits.”
He holds up his hands. “Apologies.” He smirks. “You’ve got it bad, huh, bro?”
“No.” Rubbing my face, I sigh. “Fuck. Yes.” Brett’s laugh can be heard all the way back to the shop, so I add “Asshole” to the mix.
He’s got one thing right; I’ve got a thing for a woman named Prudence. The sad part? She’s not that into me.
“Let’s go for a ride, brother.” I need to clear my head, but this time, if Brett’s with me, maybe I won’t spend the my day thinking about this female bullshit.
“Sure thing. I’ll tell the crew we’re taking off for a while.”
Every guy in my shop is the same. We love bikes––riding ‘em, fixing ‘em––the feel of the wind in our faces. It’s in our blood. It’s therapy. It’s everything. So, if Brett explains to the guys I need to hit the road for a bit, they’ll get it. They’ll know I’m not just fucking off for the day. “Good. Thanks.”
* * *
It’s beena couple of weeks since Prudence graced my shop with her presence. In that time, I’ve kept myself busy with work, my kids, and other shit. Every once in a while, I think about her. I wonder what she’s doing––if she’s fucking anyone, that sort of shit.
Jackie keeps pestering the shit out of me about her. Case in point. Yesterday, I had a small gathering at my place that included my kids, Brett, a couple of other guys from the shop, and Jackie. We were havin’ a good time sitting around my patio table, drinkin’ a beer and eatin’ good food. That is until Jackie started yackin’ about my love life––in front of everyone.
Turns out, even my kids think I should start seeing someone.
