“You don’t mind me calling, do you?” he asked.
“No. I wouldn’t have answered if I couldn’t talk.”
“Good.”
She didn’t know how to respond to that. “Why did you call?”
“We haven’t actually talked. I was surprised you messaged me.”
She cringed. “I, um, have a confession. That wasn’t me. My friend Naomi messaged you, pretending to be me.”
There was a moment of silence. “But you didn’t cancel.”
“No,” she said softly.
“I get it if you feel pressured by your friends. Do you want to go to dinner?”
“I do,” she said. “I would have explained and canceled if I didn’t.”
“If you’re sure,” he said.
“I am. I would like to have dinner with you.”
“A’ight. I’ll see you at six.”
A thought occurred to her. “Wait! Are we riding your bike?”
“Do you want to ride on my bike?”
Her mind flitted through the MC books she’d read and the implications of being on the back of a guy’s bike. She didn’t know if it was true or his mindset or if she even wanted it to be his mindset. Or true.
“I need to know if I should wear pants.” What a lame excuse.
“Nah. I have a car. I’ll see you tonight.” He didn’t give her a chance to say goodbye.
It was oddly disappointing he had a car. The thought of pressing close to his back, wrapping her arms around him, feeling the heat of his body and the vibration of the bike under her was…was…damn it. It was arousing.
She was too busy banging her head on her desk to scrub her dirty, dirty mind to hear the door open.
“What are you doing?”
Abby looked up to find Lindsey staring at her with concern.
“Trying to knock some naughty images out of my brain.” She rubbed the middle of her forehead.
Lindsey grinned. “Naughty images of a hot, sexy biker guy you’re going on a date with tonight?”
Abby glared at her. “Is there a reason you’re here?”
“Yes. I know this is your only free period today. Naomi and I will be at your house right after school to help you get ready.”
Abby returned her phone to her purse and closed the bottom desk drawer it was in. “I don’t need help getting ready. You’re coming over to ooh, ahh, and giggle when he picks me up.”
“Well, duh.” Lindsey left as the bell rang, indicating the end of first period.
Abby rolled her eyes. Goddess save her from well-meaning, interfering friends.
“I think she should wear the blue one.”
