Total pages in book: 51
Estimated words: 49530 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 248(@200wpm)___ 198(@250wpm)___ 165(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 49530 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 248(@200wpm)___ 198(@250wpm)___ 165(@300wpm)
An image of the biker popped into her mind. She’d never gone for the bad boy type. It must be just a reaction to the divorce. After her husband’s betrayal, her mind was running from the chubby and reliable office type that hadn’t worked out too well for her to one that instantly made her think of hot sex. Who would have known she was attracted to leather and smirks?
Feathers! She bet he knew exactly what he was doing in the bedroom. Maybe even over the kitchen counter or on the table. If people outside of books really did that.
It was Friday afternoon and a long weekend stretched in front of her. Throwing herself into work had distracted and occupied her attention. Now, she would have way too much time to think.
With a sigh, Elizabeth pulled into a parking spot and gathered her groceries one more time. She pulled the edges of the torn paper sack together to prevent another catastrophe and bumped her car door closed with her hip. Walking up to the second floor, Elizabeth unlocked her front door and headed for the kitchen.
It took exactly six minutes to put away the food—and then only that long because she’d washed the bruised produce before hiding them in a drawer in the almost empty refrigerator. She glanced at the healthy contents she’d purchased and sighed. What she really wanted was something dripping with calories.
Grabbing her phone to order a pizza with the works, she noticed a message from Janine. One of the younger women at the office, Janine had reached out a friendly hand when she’d read about Elizabeth’s divorce in the paper. It turned out she was watching for hers to be announced.
Hey. No moping at home. You’re coming to The Hangout with me. I’ll pick you up at seven.
Quickly, Elizabeth texted back.
Go on without me. I’m going to order pizza and watch a movie.
Too late. I’m at your door.
Three knocks landed on her door, making her jump. Rolling her eyes for the second time that night, Elizabeth went to answer and give her excuses.
What am I going to tell her? That I have an appointment with my vibrator?
“Hi, Janine. I’m sorry I didn’t see your message sooner. I would have kept you from coming my way.”
“I’m not taking no for an answer. I want the Hangout’s trashcan nachos and I can’t order them by myself. Take pity on me.”
An image of the caloric treat of crisp tortilla chips with cheese sauce and salsa as well as sausage and jalapenos made her mouth water. “That sounds really good,” Elizabeth confessed. “I was going to order pizza, but…” Her stomach was already growling at the thought of nachos.
“Pizza’s great, but nothing beats those nachos. Come on. Put on some jeans and some dancing shoes. You and I are going to have some fun tonight,” Janine ordered.
“All right, but I’ll follow you in case I want to come home earlier than you,” Elizabeth stated firmly.
“Nope. I’ll drink too much if I’m just driving myself. With you there, I’ll limit myself to one Bahama Mama and then I’ll drink soft drinks the rest of the night.”
“You’ll bring me home when I want to come home?” Elizabeth pressed.
“Promise.” Janine crossed her fingers over her heart.
“Fine. But I’m not dancing.”
“Oh, you’re dancing. If it makes you feel less nervous, I’m going to make you look good.” Janine demonstrated some of her dance moves, making Elizabeth laugh.
“Fiddlesticks, we both suck at dancing?” Elizabeth threw over her shoulder as she walked into her bedroom to change.
“You are absolutely the worst at cussing! Fiddlesticks!” Janine said, laughing as she settled on the couch in the main room.
“I know. It’s okay.” Elizabeth laughed at herself. Her parents had been very strict about using foul language. They didn’t use it at all so despite all her friends turning the air blue with their cussing, Elizabeth couldn’t even think of anything to say when an occasion arose.
She discarded her office clothes and jumped into some jeans. Elizabeth couldn’t help noticing they fit looser than before. Planning ahead, she added a tank top and sandals. It would be packed in there on a Friday night. Elizabeth might as well walk in looking cool.
Chapter
Two
“Who was that?” Faust asked when they pulled up to their reserved parking area in the back of The Hangout.
Talon looked at the tall, bald biker as he took off his helmet and brushed a hand through his hair. “That was my Little girl.”
“Right,” Faust scoffed.
“Really. She’s mine. Her name is Elizabeth.”
“Does Elizabeth have a clue you even exist?”
“Oh, yeah. She knows I exist,” Talon answered confidently as he stood up and swung a leg over the powerful bike. He’d seen the awareness in her eyes that something special had happened.
Shrugging, Faust looked skeptical. “Whatever. Let’s go join the others. Hopefully someone will spark a brawl tonight. I feel like getting my muscles warmed up,” Faust stated in a flat voice.